Empty Sunny Afternoon

The worst deal with the devil
Is no kind of deal at all,
Which is what all those deals are,

Fantasies there was a deal
Or could be a deal to make.
Sun lights the wall. That’s the deal.

If you can make some music,
Some craft, something out of it,
That’s the deal. If not, that is.

No one’s haunting the workshop.
No one’s down at the crossroads.
No one pays cash for a soul.

The sunlight’s changed its angle.
You deal with it. That’s the deal.