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Pocket Change
At a Donut shop before the dawn
a faceless vagrant
is drawn
He rifles through unwanted trash
his careless glance as I go past
A busy spot both day and night
drive through line a constant sight
Fresh donuts for the paying crowd
what's left...
attracts those not so proud
Once inside the busy shop
a fresh brewed coffee from simmering pot
Aroma savoured before the taste
Not one drop will go to waste
shaking the morning chill
when thunder and lightning break the still
Sheets of rain now drive him in
near dripping wet with a hapless grin
Can I help you Sir? The clerk’s hollow tone
then time stood silent...
with a heartless moan
This challenge answered through my reply
my nod...
I'd catch the bill and buy
He sat protracting every sip
watching rain beat at the door
I ordered one to go
and left
enough to pay for more

By Eezebard_

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