Sunday, January 9, 2022

Poetry: Tired

I am tired tonight
with little left to spend-


some spare change

tips in a jar


the jingle of coins 

rattling in a denim pocket


Tonight the car stalls

on the way home 

from collecting. 

The needle on the tank 

leans toward empty


I’m leaning too 
for the sake of what’s left- 
a few quarters for the ones I love.

Take them, they’re all I’ve got.


These words will get you bus fare, 
a cup of hot coffee.

They will keep your hands warm
in the freezing rain

and help you stay awake

long enough to make it home.


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