Palm Tree Paradise

Whenever I think about Hollywood I remember those tall majestic Palm trees Lining Hollywood Boulevard The magic of the place is somehow Embodied in those stately trees Reaching Skyward An alien world You just won't encounter Anywhere else In the United States You have been transported To a land where dreams Just might Come true An island oasis of fantasy Fulfillment where You can be Anyone you imagine yourself to be After all No one will know In the glare of the sun What is real and What is not Put on your sunglasses Feel the warmth of that heavenly orb Beating upon your face The breeze tossing its playful fingers Through your hair Your hands firmly on the wheel of your Convertible Lifestyle Smooth, yet effervescent A fine wine of experience On a free-way That never ends Bend after bend after Glorious bend Until that ignominious Morning When you wake up With a hangover And wonder how it is In the slick spin Of a lifetime You are where you are And seem to have Forgotten Where it was You were going. ~ Laurence Overmire