Petty Observations?
Laughing I watch the man explain to his kid why it is good to be honest
I look at the paper in my hand and see a politician in cuffs
Shaking my head I turn the pages and view a cop beating someone's head in
I wince inwardly reading how the guy was speeding and looked dangerous
Glancing across the street I see the police station and the shiny new cars
The building so freshly painted glares starkly at the man laying on the side walk
Pulling my legs up on the bench I sit watching the traffic go by whizzing
And look up seeing the exhaust hover in the air above humanity
A lady is talking to a post and telling it how she used to be a queen
Age lays atop a prettiness on her worn tired looking face her eyes glitter madly
Looking down I reach in my pocket and pull out some notes and coins
Leaning over the bench I toss them into a tin can the blind man has out behind me
From the corner of my eye I see a man in a suit walk past the queen and he frowns
I look straight at him suddenly as anger sweeps over me and I yell curses
Who does he think he is to frown at her? just a lady talking to a post telling her tale
He looks at me I see his eyes run pity and revulsion for me and my companions
I stare him down and he hurries away then I laugh like mad seeing he is in loafers
Glancing at my feet I swing my legs the scuffed up steel toed boots just right now
Leaning back to relax and bask in the putrid city air my eyes travel to a window
A pretty lady in silk passing by it stops to look out over the city for a moment
Curiously I watch as she pats at her hair and smoothes the wrinkles from her skirt
Biting my lip I notice she is carrying an alligator bag over her shoulder so shiny
My eyes leave her to look at the shopping bag my queen is filling with garbage
I call out to the silk lady asking if she has any coins she'd like to give away
My mad laugh follows her through the open window as she leaves it quickly
My queen comes over and sits with me for a chat about politics and war
The blind man joins us and I move over sitting in between them as they speak
So animated they converse as I add a comment every now and again
My bus comes roaring through and stops with a loud groan of brakes and I stand
Turning to my companions I offer my goodbyes and my see you tomorrows
They smile at me and nod and toss words back some coherent some not
But the meaning is clear that they only wanted a bit of respect even for a moment
Reflecting on it all I think it a shame to have painted the police station so bright
And I have decided to go to a store and get that poor man a good pair of boots
I resolve to add a bit more to queen and blind mans conversation knowin it meant more than food to them and sliding down in my Seat I vow to never read another newspaper