At the Donut shop before the dawn a faceless vagrant too is drawn He rifles through unwanted trash with a careless glance as I go past ~ A busy spot both day and night with drive through line a constant sight Fresh donuts for the paying crowd what's left ... attracts those not so proud ~ Once inside the busy shop with fresh brewed coffee from simmering pot Aroma savored before I taste and not one drop will go to waste ~ I relax to shake the morning chill as thunder and lightning break the still Sheets of rain now drive him in near dripping wet with a hapless grin ~ Can I help you Sir ? the clerks' hollow tone then time stood silent ... with a heartless moan This challenge answered through my reply my nod ... I'd catch the bill and buy ~ He sat protracting every sip watching rain beat at the door I ordered one to go and left enough to pay for four ~~~
dear rex allen mccoy, it's a shame more people haven't responded to this one... i love this style of poetry... and even with the hint of a moral at the end!! *Waa haa haa* i love it!! my vote's with this poem and i hope it makes it to the book... quite exquisite work...
sincerely, a sad tomato
you're such a beautiful freak... i wish there were more just like you...
My soul runeth over with joy to read or see people being kind like this thank you so much for being YOU and if it was not you thats OK to because it takes a WONDERFUL MAN to even think of or notice this in life,
Rex Allen McCoy
Sippin a Timmy's in London