The Silver Fox

Notes:  The dialogue in this poem is based on a real event that I witnessed.  "The Silver Fox" rose unsteadily from his chair and shouted to the room in general. He probably did sleep on the street that night.  I have always felt remorse that I didn't do something to help him.  I didn't care enough.



The Silver Fox


Slouching
    in forgotten tap-rooms
dirty old men,
forgotten old men,
slop piss-colored beer
    from, wet, dripping glasses.
The hollow din,
the reliving of "the good old days",
echoes sadly
    as life quickly passes.

    "They used to call me 'The Silver Fox'
    What do you think of that?
          They used to care."

An empty glass crashes
    to the muddy floor.
         
"I guess I'll be hitting the street tonight.
              Sleep in an alley tonight.
                    Nobody cares."

Slouching
    in forgotten tap-rooms
dirty old men,
forgotten old men,
slop piss-colored beer.
    Nobody cares....




February 4, 2007: "Rising Star Award" given by Gabriella.
March 1, 2007: Semi-Finalist in "Poetry Soup's International Poetry Contest."