old man
you should be nobler here
riding the bus
tattered brown leather coat
or perhaps from
sleeping under lifeguard tower 27
santa monica state beach
your face too tan
hands too wrinkled
to live in luxury
no porche
no office
you're content in carrying your 48 years
in your duffle bag
not like my father
worked hard
kept folks hands warm
and lights on in homes
through biting midwest winters
thirty years soon pension
diligent and without a hitch