The man with a toothless smile.

The man with a toothless smile.

So she stands behind the
sweating glass counter,
shoulder blonde hair from
a dyed lost world,
with the green touching the
blue of her eye's,
she greets the man with
a fixated curious look.

He stands in front of the
sweating glass counter,
wild frazzled hair,
half hidden beneath a
tainted beanie hat,
his eye's belonging to
the past with no views
of the future and a merry
toothless smile,
he greets the girl like a dog
begging for a bone.

"Oh my wicked left leg has
fled an army of cold weather
to leave me limp and crawl about
and my poor hands, nibbled and
chewed by this unforgiven bitter air,
would a kind gracious child spare
a tea for a man with pockets
full of holes".

In the hour of the yawning dawn,
beneath the shadows of a frosted
night, in the lane way of lost souls,
a man with a toothless smile,
cradles an empty cup,
and the birds whistle sorrowful songs
to the warmth of a rising sun,
and embrace the waking of its city.

                                                          spb.