One day while in his dressing room,
He realized that no more,
Can he be what is expected,
Or face another tour.
Or sing that song another time,
Or live on in the past,
As each new album that he writes,
will sell worse than the last.
He reflects for a moment,
On complete reinvention,
But dreads the thought of singing pop,
Or worse yet country western.
He puts his feet up on the desk,
And stares up at his shoes,
It’s at that very moment,
He knows what he will do.
Next thing you know he’s getting up,
Quite early in the morn,
He’s traded in his old six string,
For a suit and shoe horn.
Obviously the customers,
Are thoroughly amused,
And demand versions of ‘These Boots’,
And of course ‘Blue Suede Shoes’.
And insist that he perform those,
Gyrations with his hips,
As he goes to the back room to,
Retrieve size 9 wing tips.
He thinks of others that may have,
Fans standing in their seats,
But thanks to him they’re standing with,
Some great shoes on their feet.
And song requests come fewer,
Until they are no more,
As a whole new generation,
Will patronize the store.
On occasion they will ask him,
If he’s someone that they know,
But he just smiles back and says,
“Oh no, I don’t think so.”
Then assures them he is no one,
They would ever recognize,
So they ask for that boot in blue,
And he just says “What size?”
This poem was inspired by the scene in Spinal Tap where Nigel reflects on how he would have been a shoe salesman if not a rock star. Unfortunately, I could not find any footage of that scene. Please enjoy some other choice scenes from the movie!