A broken man with broken
dreams stumbling along the
street, decked out in his
Sunday-best of dark green
work pants, a heavy faded
brown jacket, and matching cap,
with at least a two-day beard.
A group of men walking
briskly down the street
as if late for an
appointment, and dressed
in carefully coordinated colors,
as if they were doing a
lay-out for Esquire.
The broken man has the face
of a town drunk and expresses
that be putting his hand on
a coin return lever at a public
phone and pushes down in rapid
succession with the hope
that a dime would drop.
The young men pass the old
man and look over their
shoulders at him to see what
he was doing, and the old man
breaks his concentration to look
up at the people from the
other-side-of-the-tracks.
They laugh. He shrugs without
responding to them and turns
to search for another phone.
They continue to laugh and
ridicule him amongst themselves,
when one turns to the man and
says, "Get a Job"!
The man walks away as if
he didn't hear, while the
young men continue laughing
as they go back to work,
but the old man did hear
and wishes that he hadn't
heard, but off he goes stumbling.
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