The Light pole

I wonder how many lost dogs and yard sales that light pole has seen?
Who has he greeted?
The pusher . . . the sucker.  Which did he hate more?
The blonde chippie waiting for a buck
The blind begger with his cup
The strummer for the break
The 'will work for food'
How many flavors of gum has he tasted?
Who changes him?
The art museum, the open mike,
The theatre musical two summers ago . . .
He's been apart of or seen every major event that has come to town.
Who knows what he'll see next year