City Bum

There was no hoping For some food or hot coffee To greet this bitter day In winter time Spare some change the businessman Spat and walked away Later on in the businessmans day His money was gone when his wallet misplaced A cabbie passed mean and fast Pushed a horn and gave a blast Sprayed the bum with dirty slush The bum was angry but he stayed hush Two blocks later the cabbie rushed The red light flashed The city bus smashed the cab against the pole The cab was gone and the cabbie was crushed Day was fading and night came on The shelters for nowhere is home The bum cries lonesome tears Tasted stale and bitter like beer When he reached his cache