Stranger Poem by J M. Basey

Stranger



His wallet containing four hundred pounds,
Blasting in his ear, Hip Hop sounds.

In his suede jacket,
A rather large pay packet.

A bunch of keys for a lock,
An airline ticket bound for Bangkok.

A credit card out of date,
His hair looks a right state.

A picture of a loved one,
And what looks like his only son.

A mobile phone,
In recieved calls, his Aunt Joan.

Written on a piece of paper found in his car,
An address for Sindy's Bar.

Covered in gold and some silver,
Could he be a drug dealer?

In his hand a note,
Saying 'Get out now, otherwise we'll slit your throat! '

Look over there, a wedding ring,
That was eveything.

By Jay Basey © 2006

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