Aging rock stars

exhibit no shame

forever on stage

their skin wrinkled

their faces sliding downhill

their hair thinned out

their stomachs paunchy

still they go on

pretending they are still relevant

they love the adoration of the fans

who come to see them

wondering if they still have the moves

or if they will collapse on stage

like driving by an accident

there is curiosity about a train wreck

people want to see for themselves

rock stars whose skinny jeans are no longer skinny

their feet no longer steady

still they pine for recognition

the spot light does that to them

they get so used to the light

the swooning

the ovations

it's not about the music

it's about the fame

they cannot give it up

they are addicted and high on past glory

the screaming fans

the fawning press

once a rock star

always a rock star

in the museum of their minds.