Village Cafe

In the small Village cafe
The artists meet every day,
They try to sell their art,
But they can only give it away,
It is too weird, people say,
The poet's rhymes are way out,
The philosopher's
Musings have no clout,
The painter's colors are too loud,
But the artists try to
Ease their frustrations
By praising each others' creations,
Still they don't understand why
No one wants to buy,
But they hope after their demise,
Their art will win a prize,
But chances are their art
Will be turned into re-cycled
Paper once they depart
And future artists
In some small Village cafe
Will use their re-cycled stock
To dream their hopes away.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2008 Alfred Charasz