Between Pictures

Pumps drunk with oil

Dance like prehistoric locusts on the hills to LAX

People fill their tanks in flights of fancy

Actors waitin' tables with a method they can't share

Waitin' for what's next

Waitin' for the big screen in disrepair

I mean despair

I mean that actor standin' there

Are we not all actors and the whole wide world our stage?

Nah, some are worthy writers

With the grit to hit the page, to be or not be

Now, just part of the heartbeat in LA