This is the literary weblog of Jeffrey W. Hull, M.D., a pediatrician. It is intended mainly as a place to maintain a collection of poetry created for the enjoyment of a few friends and as an archive for my family. All material is protected by US copyright.

Jeffrey Hull

Wednesday, November 21, 2012


I’m just your stage door Johnny,
Another decked out swell;
My clothes are flash, I'm scrawny:
I'm just a burned out shell.

Show me that nuance, baby,
Give me that winsome smile;
Blow me a kiss and maybe
I'll hang around a while.

You know my camera loves you,
The f-stop of my eye
Records what fortune shoves you;
This Nikon cannot lie.

Here comes that Broadway feeling
I've had so many times;
My cheap burlesque reheeling
Old jokes and pantomimes.

That good old Broadway feeling,
The curtain's going up;
They laugh to watch me reeling
To drink my bitter cup.

I'll pack my bags for Splitsville
And forward all my mail;
These worn out shticks and bits will
Just slide on down the trail.

That same sad Broadway feeling
As sure as sure can be
Tells me you're double-dealing:
Our time is history.

© 2006 Jeffrey Hull A significant edit of the original - not posted heretofor.
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