making friends

he was a nice hold
up man,
mugging me on the street.
well dressed,
nice shoes,
polished and clean.
he looked like
he just had a hair cut
and a shave.
he told me to put my
hands into the air.
I told him I was tired,
I had just had
a long day.
he said, okay, just one
arm then. you can
put the other one
down.
I told him I only had
a twenty
and needed bus fare,
so he broke
the twenty and gave
me a ten back.
i'm meeting him for lunch
tomorrow,
his treat, he says.
we're friends now.