Stars at midnight

In memory of all my favourite stars passed Try to listen to Joan baez 'house of the rising sun'

They live on
In the myriads of black and
White reels
If we go there at night
To the old store room
At MGM or warner or
Where that famous lion roars
We may just see
A ghostly whim
A puff of smoke
A gin and tonic poured
Around the bar
Of ghostly stars
They have long since left
Our earthly home
But they live on
As the tape unwinds
Into our mindset eyes
Sinatra Lombard Taylor's two
And newman and all the rest
We love
Like Munro, bogart and the ghosts
Of others too
Till that speel of tape
Can no longer unwind
They come out
To toast a drink
In moonlights eyes
To toast to them all
Those stars I love
Their puff of smoke is proof enough
They will live on in their fans
Hearts and eyes
Even though they all took
Such sad demise