If you wanted to find me I thought –
How could you?
Last night I slept in the back of a burned out car
I had also slept in the shelter of a doorway – number 69.
On another occasion I slept in a bus shelter for the number 34
I sat in a coffee shop yesterday until I was asked to leave – they knew where I was!
Yesterday I made a silent collection
No money was dropped in my tin mug.
If you did want to find me – it’s raining where I am
If you wanted to, where could you write to me – c/o a doss house somewhere?
You could ring me later; I’m sleeping in a phone box tonight
Sometimes I go back and sleep under the same bridge, I feel safe there.
The people on the soup run know me – well they think they do – but really my name’s not John!
I’m beginning to think my name has been changed to Move On –
As I’m constantly being referred to as move on good man?
If I wanted to find you, how would I go about it?
You never left a forwarding address when you walked out on me.
C. J. Black©β
Monday, 17th June 2013.