Lonely Manikin Poem by Elia Michael

They were playing loudly You can call me Al
From Paul Simon's Graceland when he was ethnic
While walking past glittered shops in the mall
Where stylish manikins pose mute and chic

One dressed classically with outstretched hand
Looks as if she should be holding a cigarette
A Marlene Dietrich walking along The Strand
Marlene queen of cool at nothing does she fret

What is she thinking? I wonder to myself
I gaze at her empty eyes her vacant stare
And think she's going to end up on the shelf
She really hasn't got anything up there

On I walk step after step feeling quite sad
Such classy elegance yet she is alone
Her only companion is not well-clad
To boot she is mute and just another clone