Once I dreamed I was dancing with Isadora Duncan In a silver café . It was a café that was not near here. She was planning to diversify And she say I should do the same So I whistled to her how I loved her the best. But she sang "I can't believe you own this attitude". So with some ballet moves, I removed her shoes And I painted my lips to hers and still she sang "I can't believe you own this attitude" (2). She needed her beauty sleep but I didn't want it to sound like that Her mind was occupied... Her hard coffee was cold by then as snow She sang "my smile is more than pearly white, And my dreams are more than you" And she sang "My yellow eyes are more than mirrors And my scarf is more than costume". She closed her New Directions paperbook and screamed "there is no shelter in the arts" She'd been crying all day but now her eyes they were brighter than the moon...