Homeless

There was no place to go So I sat inside Lincoln Center's Damrosch Park Listening to another one One of us Playing his heart out on the violin Black case on ground A few one dollars A spattering of pocket change For us it is lonely Our mate is often unfair Cheating us out of fame Fortune is to be gotten by chance But it is love That propels and possess One to stagger along the city streets seeking our stage for performance I find the poster of a hungry mans face enchanting Peeling from the subway tiles I keep forgetting to photograph His eyes longing Asking the world to care Do we? Do I? Yes, I need to care I have to care for that man For the woman on the street For the child inside the 99 cent store petitioning for a bag of chips Or a cheap plastic toy For the regular drifters inside Dunkin Donuts Sitting on stools like lost pigeons with no where else to go Today I have no where else to go So I sit waiting for Angelo to play his rendition of Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" So I can begin with words Nervous tightly coiled my usual look Petrified some have noted The hole at the tip of my Rockports; which was noticeable As I step upon the wooden box Some wonder a song a recitation of a Shakespearian piece Angelo played softly so I could be heard over the makeshift mini microphone I spoke Verse after verse Prose written on tattered typing paper It was the love this unfair affair that left me homeless With no where to go By Lepadah copyright 2009