Steve Miller

Let me engage, your tattooed feet in dance, rooms glow in dark spaces, I know what to do, wait for kindness to land, try to make life smooth, there’s nothing in this game, rides on pure chance, when you pull away, you’re great at slow moves, a thief of lonely repast don't let them get to you, my life is framed, your face is tanned, gliding around this café’, tell me sink a few, put down the chip pan, there’s only one of you, twirl me 'round again, throw me off balance, say what you have to say, I’ll take my chance.

Subterranean

Ferlinghetti deigns from on high, is that my memory, you have to wonder why, if it's true, he’s as bad as me, goggles blue as jewels, his diamond eyes burn bright, has hopes of continuing free, the manager here is fine, says what a work crew, she fires off breezily, they’d sleep till noon, sailing the sky, then sink below scrutiny, in this cold April light, they're so sad and cool, who can expect sympathy, when things turn unusual, on these long dives, he sinks for the company, doesn’t know if she’s right, it’s all for the café’.

James Mac

My eyes fix a place, where we just carry on, where no one bears blame, or cares about our ways, a tide rises then is gone, beyond any time frame, then you stroke my face, your running lines worn, delta of a smiling face, soon we’ll be safe, make wolf howls at the moon, the joy of running away, maybe we'll take a train, search for a winter stove, somewhere safe to lay, we’ll raise our game, make light of broken rooms, love’s better on absent days, beats the clock’s disgrace, explosive as a bomb, no one will ever say, we’re better off alone?

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.