I wish there was a café nearby that breeds art at the rate of rabbits A place with energy and passion not locked up by class With books and ideas and warm drinks and people Music and performing and community boards and lighting and red drapes The hum of creative vibration Not worrying about longevity No fear of mistakes Never too precious for temporary art Could the stars align just a little more each night-Could they light the road to this place I don't want to own it But I