I reject the heavy cutlery

I reject the heavy cutlery
the elaborate ivory inlaid woods.
Please serve my wine
in a simple flat glass.
The chant of a lone sorrowed man
fills me better than the most flamboyant
of virtuose orchestras
in the finest fall.
A broken voice if you will.

I don't come here to steal
your livelihood, but to get mine.
Salt, bread and some warmth.
Then I'll be gone
and you can proceed to go on
with your haste for nothingness.