Rockefeller stood proud here at one time
The phonetic extraction of his once proud company
Dispensing fuel and repairs
Fallen to disrepair and abandon
To rise again
A theatre of the community
Banded together
Fierce fighters of independence
Slaying the giant tigers of business
Who would dare commercialize this concrete commons
Protected by, reinforced
With a transient community of the theatre
Drawn here as the prairie winter turns warm
These unwashed children come
From every direction and every place
To loiter and celebrate a hobo life
Simple bags and bedding
Instruments, music, dance, and public lovers
Dreadlocks hair with flakes of skin and city grime
And dogs, a testament of caring
For these kids can barely care for themselves
These children are a link to the culture of this corner
Drawing pictures into the concrete planters
Dispensing stories to all who pass
To any who will listen
Grateful for food or a smoke and for coffee
And for the kitchen in the Church across the way
Mingling with the artists
And the lovers of thespian arts
Dance and comedy and song and festivals
The new Gas arisen from Rockefeller’s ashes
A melting pot of theatrical
A company of the proud
Dispensing fuel for the soul
A friendly repair to a shared and peaceful transience
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