Tuesday, March 4, 2014
The Liberal and the Tramp
The foggy air here looks like a grey wool blanket
left in a refrigerator all night.
Through that air the darker grey profile of a tramp
holding a blanket like it was air.
Car to the red light, tramp to the car, window hums down.
“No, but going forward, I suggest Southern California Homeless Resource and Outreach Consortium Macrame & Bead Store.com ... I wouldn’t feel comfortable simply handing you cash.”
Pregnant pause between the tramp and the car window.
“Well, going backwards, to my sleeping bag and my low hanging tree limb - because I haven’t got a computer - goodbye!”
Car through the green light, tramp to the bag, appropriate wins again.
Somebody knobs on the car radio show to:
“Winter Wines and Summer Sauces, 101.”
And somebody else lays out his ripped-off 12 Rolos
like chess pieces,
to cover the next 12 hours, until dark.