The man with the sandwich board had alcoholic cheeks
and the man holding the golf sale sign his fingers were turning blue on this day
where the dawn seemed to arrive as if from nowhere.
One hour closer to spring being sprung.
The free paper carried warnings about new threats of this and that
and had pictures of fancily dressed cats.
On the train the man in front has a pompadour greased high in the air,
BP are seeking permission to build an oil platform there.
Right there on his head.
The man with the sandwich board has alcoholic cheeks and I see him everyday.
His chest declares disasters.