Saturday Night at the Movies

Beaming from our television,
you know it all.
The leading man with monochrome charm.
The under-rated starlet and her delightful cameos.
The neglected director whose work, this evening,
is sadly
not his best.
Forgotten names, long since gone with the wind.
Not X-rated, M, R or PG
but B-movies, has-been movies,
Bill’s movies.
The sound of music grows.
I do hope you enjoy this film.
I know I will.
The dull sheen, with weekly polish,
of Hollywood’s golden years.

Inspired by memories of Saturday nights spent watching the Golden Years of Hollywood with Bill Collins.

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