Capital café down the road from the Building itself in a strange town With embarrassed histories And free zoning for cool Combinations; an escape from The picnic table drudgery Scrolling through yet another Sad story, adjudicated legally In a farcical program, written By the second greediest cast A final gasp in the crisis of Home, where I might fuel up Smile and see the light of Eyes unmuddied with the Chopping of digital paper Work, tasting that which Was dutifully created, shared