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An apt poem I came accross
FOR THE WARMING OF AN ARTIST'S STUDIO - (By David Wagoner, American Poet)
The previous tenant, runing out of business,
Bolted the back door,
Blew out the fuses, sprang the toilet trap,
Unscrewed the hardware,
And didn't leave a trace of his side-kicks -
No cold cashier
Behind the hole in the window saying No,
And no go-getter
Coughing to break the gathering punch-line
At the water-cooler.
Tonight, we'll drink to him. He left the ceiling,
The best part of the floor,
And enough strength in the walls to take the weight
Of an easel's crossbar
On which to float some stock in an enterprise
Also going under
Eventually after going upside-down,
Slantwise and haywire,
But never simply crossing into the red
Like a line in a ledger.
Here goes an artist after a businessman
Not as a panhandler
But, following him through rundown neighborhoods
And making over
The empty premises at the end of his line,
As a silent partner.