Awakening, bones aching
from sleeping on marble
A loving good morning kiss to her
Throw on my shoes, roll up our blankets
A few quick good mornings to my fellow un-housed
Then off to Mickey D’s for a cup of joe
That life-giving brew which awakens my mind
A large cup, refill, and maybe another
Then race to my corner before the old lady
Gets there to panhandle, respect must be given
Before it can be expected
Plop down my bags, and start to sell
A dollar here, two dollars there
The cash flow begins to add
I get a laugh from the suits who
Check their wallets and smirk
I pity their souls, and laugh at their fear
All right! Someone gave me a five!
This goes on for an hour or three
As packets grow so does hunger
Got enough for breakfast, maybe lunch
And a pack of smokes to last the day
As morning slips into afternoon, the rush dies down
Time to go to lunch.
