Art at the Tire Shop
I found art in the local tire store
While waiting for four new wheels and rear brakes
I have to wait, what more can I ask for?
What’s hidden inside is a mystery
It’s original form is history
Now a focal piece and a chair no more
Was the start of this a small mistake?
Or has the creator done this before?
You can find art in the strangest places
Beyond museums and display spaces
What artwork do I miss as I explore
Gathering groceries, addressing toothaches
Adding some excitement to what may bore
I need to live with my eyes open wide
Just never knowing where beauty does hide
Art is a lump covered in labels galore
At flea markets and on grocery store cakes
Or the dark doodles on a bathroom door
The art you see is in your state of mind
To what you call art others may be blind
It is of you reader I do implore
Remember in art there is no mistake
A happy accident someone will adore
Art is more than purchases from the store
It’s stickers and stencils and meter breaks
It’s more than home furnishing decor
It can be a chair at the tire store.
(A Gra Reformata Poem)