I am tired tonight
with little left to spend-
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-
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
in the freezing rain
and help you stay awake
long enough to make it home.
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