The Common Man. Poem by Ido Ben Efraim

The Common Man.



In his black blazer
and his rich fur vest.
He checks the time on his new Rolex watch.
The scent of Chanel perfume smelled by all when he crosses by.

With his tied hair back
and his Gucci glasses.
He finally sits down leaned on the building
with a Johnny Walker in his right hand

He searches his pocket for a box
a box of Marlboro Red
Silent and as innocent as he can be
he makes no verbal contact with no one.

He looks down and lights his cigarette.
a mysterious woman passes by him.
Spare some change ma'am?

Once a hobo
Always a hobo.

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