One Blind Man

a blind man stands
by the side of the grand
showrooms in richman town

tapping a tune
with an aluminum spoon
beating on concrete ground

stoops for a drink
that the poor man brings
on a cart with only three wheels

thinks of the stash
from the rich man's trash
that rounded his three square meals

unseeing eyes
gaze at passers by
sweating cosmetic sheen

expensive crease
does the blind man tease
with the look of faded blue jeans