Sitting alone in my yellow chair
Just outside a greasy diner
Where I used to work
Waiting for the morning crowds
Just so I can talk to someone
Who actually knows my name
Hoping that one may
Have pity, offer me a luke-warm
Cup of coffee to warm my
Quickly numbing hands
This isn't where I was supposed to be
On this rainy October morn
I should be curled up comfortable
In my favourite leather chair
But life is cruel and loves an
Unusual punishment, especially when
Your back is turned and you
never see it coming
So I'll drag my feet across concrete
Scrape more paint away with my nails
Hang my head a little and wait
For some change from a kind stranger
No sign today because the only
Cardboard I could find was in a
Dumpster on 5th and Main
Covered in chicken grease and lettuce
I secretly hope that the woman with
The slightly cooked smile will
Join me, only so I can have
Atleast on interesting conversation
Because she knows things that I don't
Like the secrets of the stars
And how the planets move about
She was a teacher until things got bad
Towards the end of they day I'll drag
My weary self back to the alleys
Find a warm spot and long for
A warm bed and blanket to cut the chill
One more night alone and hungry
But that's the way for me nowadays
The only thing I'll look forward to
Is a warm sunrise in the morning
And a strangers kind glance