cash in a bag

is better than loose leaf

for a wayward wind could whisk your pile away

so you best be tight with that paper

tight with that stuff

all eyes upon me when I settled up my urge

not caring if the brown eye girl was doing a surge

or was it a purge

hard to be sure in this expensive place

where I am not a member but I have the grace

to be tolerated due to my chiseled features

that put forth a likeable image on the phones

of them who check in - if they like the moans.

my bag is stuffed with paper of the legal tender

wadded ones and fives that smell of them who render

their guts and souls on heated streets where no one has a dime.

a thin dime or a bag.

I deal in promises of a better next

sniff this and see if you're not perplexed.

I wait while the poison claws into the soul

of anyone who has a dime to pitch against this pole.

a pole a goal a thing to focus your short span of bleary attention

then watch you scrawl your name into your face

with filthy fingers again to let them know your place.

you made a penny shining shoes

a pithy gain that soothes your blues

into your bag you threw the clues

of who you were