Plasterer Bobby

For each little bit of you, if anyone enquires, don’t give them a clue, life isn't a stone, thrown into the fire, why should I atone, my little cup of ruin, sings more than a choir, I still have the tunes, know in my bones, this poisoned desire, it makes you groan, whoever reads the news, to see who's for hire, I know my own truth, if no one 'phones, I'll sail the evening light, leave well alone, dance the avenues, sing on the wire, I’ve always paid dues, am no kiss ass liar.

Dharma Bums

When someone shouts out rules, keep away from spills, sings down your tunnel, life is not some Santa Fe, that anyone can kill, plans give you headway, money owed to every fool, find ways to laugh until. structures rise in every room, a new prayer each day, will always fulfil, demands of tiles and rage, dream of good news, don't worry at the chill, those who want to refuse, never heat the metal, there's always bills, to make the rubbish bloom, no need for lovers' curfew, to slake your thrills, start with silent effort, paint walls Eau de Nil.

Caroline

Why seek this useless retreat, for all you cannot find, when nothing seems to please, he won't hear good news, that love just needs time, from him there’s always truth, he hates a drop of coffee, that doesn't rate sublime, or when he turns to alchemy, can't disguise the hue, case what's in his mind, he leaves that up to you, why shake your car keys, the moon is on the rise, pallets bring no Odyssey, rather than a loving creed, for what you might divine, he’d prefer to bleed, plumb a sense of ease, thoughts are on the rise, he’ll rage at their deceit, further down the line.

Davide

I cook like Marcel Duchamp, and walk with weary gait, scent of my cologne is damp, bring cognac to my station, send dishes by measured paces, feed my broken frame, am not someone to look upon, swaying like a knave, singing what I’ve done, unshaven waiters, in this cafe', often see my hands shake, women before me unmoved, with buttered hair on trains, talk of what’s above , painting is what i crave, museums are lonely places, my uncertain forays, begin from this place, that really is my fame, this café’ only a caravan, to carry my name.

Sandi

When I say 'screw you', It makes my troubles light, so much more to do, will all Chefs die intestate? however much they fight, useless venom at the plates, screaming at menus, their eyes a terrible sight, frightened kitchen crews, fire burns around their face, don't ask me why, anchors bind my feet, even God is not immune, debts gone from my eyes, no longer am I duped, wouldn't it be great, to feel a love inside, instead of this new place, my house beyond the dunes, lying near the tide, this café’ brings me truth, hangs me out to dry?

Artist Esme

Is this really the place, for me to cry, even love has a name, life around him shows, the beat of time, nothing except this photo, soaked like the ocean main, the airways we fly, always open to rebate, what is left to know, when he hails the sky, another scheme or last throw, you once jumped bail, got out before time, beyond the spike of jail, your mask atones, for all the constant why’s, have the stars grown cold, it's not easy to explain, what goes on inside, your face ingrained, to roll the dice?

King Vinny

I feel the loss of you, stepping off this train, that much is certain, my face isn’t done, it sends anyone that way, on the Streets or Metro, I haven’t got a clue, everywhere I play, do I call for dues, you arranged the loans, introduced me to the reprobates, told me to be strong, now look what’s new, my voice flares and fades, Is this really an issue, when I used to moan, you tried to erase, everything I called a Crown, the crowd all wail on cue, sing soul to the brave truth is a bitter fruit, it shines just the same.