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Scriptwriter
To Shane Black
Fade in: he makes coffee,
Turns on the T.V. news,
Stands at the window - becomes
The blue sky, then a blade
Of sunburnt grass
Waiting to be cut.
He heads to the shower,
Water buzzes on his shoulders,
Car chases, car chases,
Cops and enforcers,
Stories and pitches
And producers,
hmm...
His fresh clothes
Feel cold against his skin,
Whose party's tonight?
Whose party last night?
- Gotta get outa here.
Is that the phone? No.
He leans on the veranda
In the fog of L.A.,
A palm tree rattles
Its thronds like dry bones -
And the blank page
Stares from his screen
Waiting for the inciting incident.
Fade to: BLACK.
Note: Shane Black, scriptwriter, credits include "Lethal Weapon", "The Last Action Hero" and "Kiss, Kiss, Bang, Bang".
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