Gatecrasher

She called a taxi,
so swiftly it came;
took her to London
and into the rain.
She tipped the cab driver,
and into the street
she sashayed through
puddles
in stilettoed feet.

The entrance was
grand,
the receptionist
stared
as into a crowd
this onlooker peered.
A tall gentleman,
named Julian Barnes,
was leaving the hallway -
Bestsellers in arms.

She went through the crowd
with a painted on smile;
an air stewardess
sweeping down aisles.
and searched for a face,
familiar to her,
as a lady, with glasses,
offered a chair.

The party was loud,
the party was quiet -
it went on to quite late
into the wee hours …
Names were suggested,
like nuggets of gold,
in an epic story,
yet to be told.

She was but an ingenue,
uninvited,
a lovelorn heart
that’s unrequited.
And when it was over
she knew that this party
was all about the Literati.
And on this stage, as she trod
the boards
she measured her lines,
and whispered her words.

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