Know Your Worth

You’re a world renowned concert violinist

playing a Stradivarius in the metro station

and nobody gives a shit. 

 

People hustle to work in the morning

and shuffle home in the evening,

and you are just one more thing

between them and the turn-stile.

 

One more ask that can’t be answered.

One more concern that won’t be considered.

 

For the whisper of a tip, you learn to smile

and tip your hat without taking

your hands off and risking the masterpiece.

 

You thought you’d bring something unique

to the masses, and please, understand

their disapproval has nothing to do

with your talent or work habits.

 

The sad reacts have everything to do

with context and timing. You’re upset

because you’re finding your self worth

is more fragile than that ancient

violin you’re holding.