One Night Poem by Jeff Fleischer

One night I came upon
A wretched soul.
This poor woman
Drunk or perhaps on drugs.
On the subway bench,
She was slumped over.
Neither very young
Nor very old.
Bruised in the chin.
Did she fall?
Or was she hit by a former lover?
In a short dress and sneakers
She did sit.
Mumbling about times past.
Broke and helpless,
Asking for money
From whomever was near.
Why she sought to go to Jersey,
Or whom she wanted to see there,
I'll never know.