The Vagrant At The Coffee Dinner. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Stopping in for more coffee.
Throwing some change on the table.
I don't have much.
One cup and I'll be on my way.
The waitress says 'that's fine good sir'
'Where you heading anyway? '
'Don't you know it is getting late? '
Darling darkness does not stop my travel.
A world to unravel.
Even if it is one I have never come to known.
'But what is the reason, don't you have a home or bed? '
'Family lost or dead? '
'My pretty vagrant what makes you one now? '
'With others looking on in disgust I know sometime it is not always choice.'
What if I told you I wanted to start a new life with nothing?
No chip on my shoulder.
Nobody that even knows me.
That's all I've wanted.
Escaping a past life that I never really lived.
Finding work where I can.
Servitude to no one but nature.
If she wants me to die she'll take me.
I won't cheat or steal.
Never, no matter how I hunger, how I thirst.
Some lives can only be learned one way.
And it is not by over welcoming my stay.
Thanks for the coffee.
And just like that he leaves, and is gone.
Never to be seen again, at least by that waitress.
But who can say for certain where he went?