sandwich money

half asleep on
the park bench,
the man
you gave a dollar to
the other day
has a bottle of wine
in his hand.
he's curled
in a grey ball
of hand me downs
from the shelter.
he squints and rises
when he sees you
walk by. he nods,
pushing
the bottle into
his coat.
good day kind sir,
he says,
can i trouble you
for sandwich money
just a dollar or two?