So i went down to the cafe
just to string myself along.
On the way i found some riches
--
played the jukebox, got this
song.
While i sat there a ragged
man came --
bummed a coffee, talked awhile.
Told me stories full of wonder
--
left me laughing like a well-loved
child.
Marco Giunco |
Work | Basket | Music | Words |