it's a living

I see the same man
on the same
corner
everyday.
eight to five.
red bucket, sign. sunglasses
on.
he's neither young,
or old,
pacing back and forth,
leaning towards
each new car waiting at
the light.
it's a full time job.
he's tall
and large.
red faced. clean clothes,
good shoes.
it's a living.
I suppose.