The Green Room (Thoughts of Connie)

 

 

 

Hot tonight, sitting here on stage.

Rain outside.

Spot lights glaring,

And I have to sit for

One whole hour.

Court case going on,

And in this Act I don’t have to say a word,

Just sit here

Till the Leading Lady’s been cross-examined

By learned counsel.

Never mind!

In another forty-five minutes

The curtain will come down.

Then I will rush off

For my quick-change Act.

Meanwhile

I sit here

Thinking of you

While the rain beats down outside

And the wind howls.

I think of your thighs

Your breasts, your stomach,

Your smiling eyes.

I think of you lying in bed,

Asleep

In the early morning –

The dawn filtering through the curtains

Onto your body,

Smooth and lovely.

The clouds are clearing,

The sun now shining.

Let us bathe in the sun

And follow it

While it lasts.

 

Reps Theatre, Salisbury. Keeping my mind occupied is the best way of getting Act II to pass as quickly as possible. It’s an awful bind just sitting here for fifty-five minutes – I suppose fifty really, for I have to leave the stage for four or five minutes in order to fetch Allan (playing Selby) onto the stage. Outside there is a thunderstorm going on – torrential rain beating down onto the tin roof of the theatre, the wind howling through the wings and exit doors. Maybe my love is tucked up warm in my bed right now, or watching some ancient American detective film on television. I doubt that she is riding her horse, though she may just be having a drink or two afterwards.