stuttering down the street
my shaky hands posing the question
will you give an indigent some words
to save his dignity
will you write him from your safe curb
a theme of deliverance
a quarter for his thoughts
then a dime for a cup of coffee
his body is mechanical nuts and bolts
creeping along with concrete despair
wishing his metaphorical life
made more sense in literal air
while his pocket filled with more cents
'cause that coffee is fleeting warmth
but at least when it burns his lips
he knows he's alive.
my shaky hands posing the question
will you give an indigent some words
to save his dignity
will you write him from your safe curb
a theme of deliverance
a quarter for his thoughts
then a dime for a cup of coffee
his body is mechanical nuts and bolts
creeping along with concrete despair
wishing his metaphorical life
made more sense in literal air
while his pocket filled with more cents
'cause that coffee is fleeting warmth
but at least when it burns his lips
he knows he's alive.