Hauptbahnhof
21st Century
Muttering to himself
Wobbling wildly at the waist
He is hardly even standing
He fidgets with his pants
Hiking them up 'til he shows the
High side of his socks
He only wants a smoke and some
Light conversation with the woman in the
Gift shop window
She fusses with her displays to look busy as he
Giggles and babbles at her
A hysterical grin breaks his face
The woman gives a confirming nod to
The approaching police as he
Drools another proverb across her countertop
Guess it's time to go now
Back to the busy streets
Back into the cold
Sun hung low in the winter sky
Better light up another smoke
The last creature comfort of a
Life on the streets.
DayPoems Poem No. 2291
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/2291.html">Hauptbahnhof by Bob Childs</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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