clay mugs
cold shrugs
many miles
no friendly smiles
muddy stairs
nobody cares
for the man with no six-pack
or a shirt on his bruised back
just colorless tears tricking down his white cheeks
people rush from the sky train onto the streets
our eyes meet
hearts beat
i give a cup of coffee
a plain croissant with no toffee
he bites his snack and his trembling lips
takes a few sips
as i walk away
done with the kind deed for the day
he sits on the cold concrete floor with young aching bones
remembering the years when he laughed and played eating blue ice cones
i sip my assam tea and eat my toast as sunday morning rolls in
i hope he was warm last night and gets to sleep in
and when he wakes up soon
brunch will be served for him at noon
multigrain bagel with avocado and whipped cream cheese
a cup of hot coffee and a gentle afternoon breeze
for none of us is without honour
everyone deserves to have someone in their corner
they say love is in the air
