Coin Collector

[good4somethingbum]

Coin CollectorTom hit ev’ry hockshop, and antique store in townBut what he was lookin’ for, wasn’t to be foundHe stepped off the subway, walked past a homeless manStopped at a Pepsi machine, by the paper standTwo Canadian quarters, three nickels and a dimeGot him designer water, with a splash of limeTom got home to his brownstone, opened the case on his deskStill needed one Morgan dollar, to complete his setHe’s a coin collector, he’ll take dirty, rare and oldSometimes even pennies, are worth their weight in goldAnd a patient heart's, the surest mark of a coin collectorDan unlocked the vending machine, to get the change for the daySome were slugs and foreign coins, most he threw awayBut he past that homeless man, and just to shut him upDropped Canadian quarters, in his empty cupCos He’s a coin collector, he’ll take dirty, rare and oldSometimes even pennies, are worth their weight in goldAnd a patient heart's, the surest mark of a coin collectorThat old man tried to buy hot tea, at some fast food jointBut the kid wouldn’t take, his Canadian coinHe went back to the subway, till cops chased him awayThen he counted up the change, he’d been blessed with that dayWiped off one and saw the face, of Lady LibertyCracked a toothless grin when he saw, it was 1903He’s a coin collector, he’ll take dirty, rare and oldSometimes even pennies, are worth their weight in goldAnd a patient heart's, the surest mark of a coin collector©2007 Robert George