spare a dime?

written as flobo

 

casually I watch the passers by occasionally my words float on high buddy can you spare a dime sidewards glances and awkward smiles as magicians perform slight of hand slipping bills from folds easily as eliciting giggles from a child steadfast in my sugerhigh I willynilly listen to the drumbeats of cook pans and buckets plunking soothing music that sway people one way then the next man I love the way you play that spoon without missing a beat four souls singings soulful dowhoping oldtime memories caught in one of those nine moment's floating acrobatic youths impress and amaze in confined spaces between to poles and the low rumble this happening as the day shifts without a stumble pass that hat around and look at the time hey brother can you spare a dime?