Famous or Something
My fifteen minutes of fame
will be spread across all the accidental photographs
I‘ve sauntered into
There I am in the back of your shot at the Lincoln Memorial
Or behind your family at New Smyrna beach…
Or at your wedding party at the Chateau
I’m the one with the rakish hat with the brim twisted up
And the silly smile
Like an eager extra on a movie set
trying to catch the eye of the director…
I’m good at this
I can speed or slow my walk
for maximum exposure…..
Years from now
as you are going through dusty albums
Will point me out…
Whose that guy grandma?
Damn he’s in all your photos…
There he is again?
Is he famous or something?