The Abandoned Theatre

An abandoned theatre,One, Two, Three Cinemas,But not enough for the buzzing crowds.They have moved on to busier venues.And as they move out, I move in,Into the parking lot at least.And we sell our wares.We wash the windows left behindFor the poor folk that rent in the dilapidated part of town.How I love abandoned, broken, things.How I love the fertile soilFrom which springsAbundance,And not the typeThat demands your soul,The abundance that falls into your lap for a song.