A new bookstore opened in town a few weeks ago
And I went in today.
New carpet, high shelves, fresh clean books
The radio was tuned to Classic FM.
I looked through the books; they were expensive
But the guy running the place was having a go to succeed
So I bought one.
A fat woman sat in one of the chairs near the large windows
And she spoke loudly so everyone could hear.
“A poet has to be able to read their work aloud to audiences,
Writing is not enough
A great poet in a great actor.”
I took my book off the counter and asked for a free bookmark
And scurried home to write some poems
I’ll never read aloud to the all-knowing crowd.