Tea with Wassily
I went into a cafe today for a cup of tea
On the wall to my left was a print, by Kandinsky
I ordered my tea and waited, delighted
and thought of Kandinsky and his painting, entitled
'Improvisation 31, Sea Battle'
My tea arrived, with a sachet of sugar and a biscuit
The cup had no handle and, I thought, is this what
I have to do too? Do I have to improvise?
The cup was hot but I was thirsty, my throat dry
I had no need for the sugar
And then I looked ahead and saw Vincent
'Cafe Terrace at Night' or something reminiscent
was on another wall, underneath the tv screen
That was showing a cycling race across the Pyrenees
I decided to eat the biscuit
I ate a biscuit and drank my tea, improvisingly
with Vincent van Gogh and Wassily Kandinsky
I never thought to look at the other walls
And who knows, perhaps I had my back to a Paul?
Cezanne or Gaughin? But that's me all over.