Watched him as he looked through an empty cigarette box
Nervously fidgeting at a cider can lying on his cardboard seat
Matted hair hanging scraggily loose beneath a Red Ferrari cap
A greying beard badly in need of grooming.
A long black well-worn Crombie over coat
Buttoned up keeping the chill of the day at bay
The tattered sign at his bended knee
Donate to feed the hunger in me. Thank you.
Two crutches either side of him
Upright against the wall
He appeared an affable kind, eager to converse
Gathered a small crowd once the harmonica was warmed up.
We kept our distance for quite a while
Then proceeded to donate to feed his hunger
Making our way then to complete our town excursion
Deciding to venture back some hours later.
We were approaching some fifty paces
In a drizzling rain, when the Crombie overcoat moved
We stood in a shop doorway, astonished
As a lady friend picked up the crutches and they both walked off.
(c) Chris Black. August 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~