the party was over time to go home
i jumped in my car and cruised down the access road windows down, blaring jeff buckley
"don't fool yourself, she was heartache from the moment that you met her"
came to a stop at the light, and out from the underpass he ambled
dirty white t shirt declaring "happiness is GOD"
styrofoam cup in his left hand, he reached out with it
shook it gently as he approached
i waited; not wanting to be the first to speak
he didn't either it seemed
but he moved closer so i stopped him with words
"i'm sorry, i don't have any money"
he held his stance with the cup out and straightfaced it:
"do you have the time?"
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