Sitting on the corner
As people pass me,
They ignorantly toss me a coin ,
Out of Garage comes a baby and his entourage,
AKA his parents,
3 teenage girls walk out of Priceline,
Giggling up a storm,
This all happens while I’m sitting on the corner,
An older woman walks by and in hope of a coin or two ,
I say “how do you do?”,
She replies “Gilbert?” And I walk briskly away,
I walk into Coles ,
My coins jingling in my jeans,
I search for a box of potato chips,
I find them in the packaged foods isle ,
And walk to the check out,
I try to buy my chips ,
But the cashier gave me a sneer and said $6 was not enough,
I asked if we could make a deal,
But the cashier said “are you for real?”,
So I settled for a spread and bread deal,
And I had jam sandwiches for a week,
Then I went back to sitting on the corner,
The banker came and said to me “Get off the street “,
He held his nose,
“And clean your feet!”,
I shuffled away and went to Feast,
“Oh “ I huffed “I could do with some meat”,
All I had left was $2,
Enough to buy myself some fries,
As I crunch the fries in my teeth,
The salt stings my lips,
When I’m done I go back to sitting on the corner.
The words Feast,Garage and Coles are shops on Carlisle street.
