Writer's Cramp Entry |
| This is an entry in "The Writer's Cramp" Maybe tomorrow, maybe tonight when the stars peek through the clouds and I forget to remember what's important long dead icons smile from above or below Comedy's Jean Harlow died too soon at twenty-six, but she wrote a book with a title, "Today is Tonight," or some such lyrical moniker The 1930s linger on in black and white comedies Carole Lombard managed to survive until a plane brought her down to the mountain War bonds were all the rage after Pearl Harbor woke up the nation and color invaded the screen with a yellow brick road to war When Patriotism wasn't just a word and Bogart asked for Sam to play it again and we all wept to ourselves on closely watched trains, while the orchestra played The Marseilles one more time with feeling 21 Lines |