Los Angeles-
Land of “too many cameras and not enough food”. (The Police)
I’m still here.
Posers, sycophants, auto-rejecters, silly German producers, insipid celebrities and skinny girls.
Sorry, I’m still here.
Wannabes, almost weres, has beens and burn outs.
I’m still here.
Wide eyed young men, expressionless bass players, drunk guy flashing his useless WGA card.
I’m still here.
Battered writers, relentless bit players, knock about blues singers working the Glendale- Pasadena- Toluca Lake bar circuit.
I am so still here for you.
Stories waiting to be told. I’m still here. I want to tell you.
Just gimme a couple more years.
I’ll still be here.