Paved

Flat black stage
Burned with time by
Stains of water and
Sticky edges of
carbonated beverages.
You sit beneath the special drama of
Step of foot step of frustration
Oozing out of the
Unhappy halls of
Several dozen creative minds.
The Painter.
Kisses you upward side with
Speckled bellbottoms.
Sips a chi and paces,
Wonders when she'll get
Gallery space.
The Writer.
Fights dry spell and
Sits upon you in
What he insists on calling
Native American style.
Gazes at you as if
You were an ocean hiding
Mermaid Muses
He can't quite catch.
They break you down.
Beat their heads against you.
Throw their screams against you.
And you just sigh,
Letting them,
With each step,
Settle into you as they
Peruse their
Adopted mother Art.