This junkie wearing a tight suit,

skinny tie, scratched wing tips,

tugged on my sleeve;

“I used to be somebody.

and what do you know about it?

Kid, you got a buck?

for you know, a sandwich,

maybe coffee, or donuts .

Do you know back in the day

coffee was a dime,

went up to a quarter.

Anyway,  I used to be somebody”

He didn’t look like

he ate any donuts…

or drank coffee for awhile.

I knew he was doing something.

Right or not,

I gave the dude a buck.

He walked away like he had never stopped.