The Acting Profession Poem by jan oskar hansen

The Acting Profession


The scene was set I was to walk into the lobby
ask the man behind the desk if so and so was
at the hotel, I was then to look around studying
the faces of the other guests, which would make
the viewers think I’m a detective or an assassin
with a slight limp. We waited Roger Moore,
the star of the movie, he was late, and then it was
lunch, hamburgers and cold beer. The star came
in the afternoon and everyone applauded.

It was decided that my role wasn’t needed, they
handed me a newspaper and I was now one of
hotel the guests. The shooting took about an hour,
they paid me in cash and I took the bus back to
town. At a traffic light on red, I looked down, saw
Roger, sit in the back of a chauffeur driven Jaguar,
a polite man, he looked up, I think he remembered
me, and waved