I could tell you about the timeI sat near Meryl Streep.
Shall I?

I sat near Meryl Streep once.
I guess there was less to it than I thought.

She had gone to her son’s musical performance
which was at a club that I frequented.
I had put flyers out for my upcoming show
and I saw her eying it between her son’s songs.
When he began singing again,
she put the flyer down
and paid attention to her kid,
like a good mother should,
but my poem could have called her attention away
and she might have gone to my show
opted to manage me
(as many Oscar-winning actors are wont to do)
decide to produce and direct a feature film
starring me
(should I write it? That would be up to the producer
– and as my manager, that might be a conflict of interests),
and suggest a tasteful series of promotions,
perhaps for Burger King.

Alas, her familiar ties were too strong,
and that potential future
failed to pan out.

Perhaps another time,
we’ll talk about Phoebe Cates.