In the scholarly corner, the cosmic horned fox sends forth a mournful sax wail
while at the main tables, the businessmen wrestle like demons, or men incensed in a jail;
Mrs. Frankenstein sells fine French brioches and fruit pastries to an endless crowd
while Dracula pours the coffee, and whistles Broadway quite out loud...
Medusa and her snakes savor lattes ;
while college goblins prefer Mate's.
And on the walls in fine wooden frames hang the surreal oils
of a wizened old wizard of arts, who toils in his lonely downtown apartment;
All together a scene of domestic barbarity which can be found in the seedy, decadent edges
of any attempt at elusive civilization; for the foibles of fashion make monsters of us all!