Each time I'm in that cafe
I want to ask that lady
"Just who are you?" She stares out
from her portrait frame - I think
she'd talk if I'd take her down.
I can only imagine
what she'd want to say: "I lived
on that place with the small barn
that you snapped a picture of.
We built it with high prices
received during World War One,
and used it for a horse barn
with lean-to added for hens.
You found it in that hollow
southside of the interstate
where the wind skipped on the hills
and howled away in disgust
when it failed to molest us.
But the years flew by, I died.
They found my picture, faded,
in a bin, gave a dollar,
then they hung me on this wall.
Now stranger, beware, some day,
they may hang you beside me.
We'll watch them eat the buffet."
I want to ask that lady
"Just who are you?" She stares out
from her portrait frame - I think
she'd talk if I'd take her down.
I can only imagine
what she'd want to say: "I lived
on that place with the small barn
that you snapped a picture of.
We built it with high prices
received during World War One,
and used it for a horse barn
with lean-to added for hens.
You found it in that hollow
southside of the interstate
where the wind skipped on the hills
and howled away in disgust
when it failed to molest us.
But the years flew by, I died.
They found my picture, faded,
in a bin, gave a dollar,
then they hung me on this wall.
Now stranger, beware, some day,
they may hang you beside me.
We'll watch them eat the buffet."
