his chair, his sign,
his bags
of clothes.
he no longer rises and goes
from car to car.
you have to get out
now and go to him,
to hand him a dollar or
two for his
trip out of town, or gin.
like most of us, the
day to day has got him down,
the daily grind.
he's blue.
he's tired.
he needs a vacation from
doing so much.
and so do you.
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