Homeless

I can in one breath

Tiptoe

to the flow of a

Homeless man

blowing on his axe.

And on the exhale,

Lie

through my straight-edge

smile

to a man down on his luck

and his greasy charm.

He speaks too fast, yo-

He's done this before.

5 cents for a train is a lifetime

of begging

As the sun goes down

and frown

by frown, by frown

-corner of false smile and don't get in my way-

he sits.

Enjoying a performance

with

maybe his last super.

Maybe, he'll go home later.

A few sense

richer.

For a few smiles at least,

as people pass him on the street.

Clomp Clomp.

We're too busy.

We're in need.

Slow your roll, cowgirl;

There are pennies in the street.