Queen Latifah’s morning program isn’t a royal smash. TV may soon stop saying Long Live the Queen’s daily show. Started last fall. Unclear if it’s on next fall.

A talented performer, she’s great. It’s great. Studio audiences great. She does variety, sings, dances, mugs, jokes, interviews celebs. Ungreat are its ratings. TV cares about nothing else.

A problem is it airs at no prime viewing hour. On that exact 9 a.m. CBS hour, before going to Latifah, was the program “The Doctors,” which got transplanted to Channel 55 to make room for Latifah. “The Doctors” needs its own prescription. Ain’t returning to its former Channel  2 time slot.

NYC tidbits

Downtown scene: Orlando Bloom spent three hours shopping in J.Crew, where Bruce Springsteen buys shirts and his assistant calls to request the order. It’s in the old Liquor Store on the corner of White Street. This is being mentioned in case Bieber’s looking to find Orlando. I’m just trying to help.

P.S. 155 Franklin is home to both Orlando Bloom and Taylor Swift. Must be fun on garbage night.

Here’s some buzz from the Hamptons

East End scene: Saturday, East Hampton, toe-to-toe feet outside Main Street’s BookHampton.

Spanning the town’s length, the wait to get Bill’s wife’s signature started two hours before the 5 to 7 p.m. event. Some sputtered their signed “Hard Choices” would grab several hundred bucks on eBay.

It was one copy per, no pictures and no personalized books. The store wouldn’t snitch how many sold.

P.S. The major chat while on the line? “How long did it take you to get here?” and “Tomorrow, Sunday, how early you heading back to Manhattan to avoid the traffic?”

Remembering the greats

I recall Robin Williams’ shirt that read, in Arabic, “I Love New York.” He told me: “In my peace plan, America apologizes for ‘interfering’ in world affairs. You know, like with Hitler, Mussolini, Stalin, Tojo, Milosevic, Hussein and all those other good ol’ boys we should never have ‘interfered’ with.”…

I recall Lauren Bacall saying she hated her honorary Oscar: “Worst thing I ever did. Accepting, I mentioned only Bogie — never my three kids sitting there. I went blank.” Also: “Some people don’t like me, but I wasn’t put on Earth to be liked. All I want now is to throw my statuette out the window.” Meanwhile, it sat in her bedroom.

And over in Cleveland

Political scene: Republican gray heads, shaking in excitement at choosing Cleveland for their 2016 national convention, figured it’s a smart choice. But they’re suddenly itchy about an unexpected development. LeBron James. His return to the Cleveland Cavaliers could bring that team into the NBA playoffs. If so, that runs into June. Another if so is this could disrupt the staging of the stadium and timing of the convention.

Translation: Screwed by Barack and shafted by LeBron, we’re now talking sticking it to the GOP front and back.

On the 6 line going downtown, 3 p.m. a dishevelled gent dumped his remaining soda onto the floor, then peed into its cup. Said a witness: “Subway riders do makeup, eat dinners and transport bass fiddles, but this was a first. We ran to the car’s other end fearing he’d dump this liquid, too. Cowering together, one lady commented: ‘The bright side is, at least it was No. 1.’ ”

Hey, No. 1 on the No. 6.

Only in New York, kids, only in New York.