Times

[couchgrouch]

TimesLance stood tall on Broadway, latte foam on his nosetossed his cup at a trashcan, but it didn't come closeit blew on down the sidewalk, as Lance called himself a cabthen he bought the early paper, to make sure they ran his adit hurt to toss that tenant, but bein' a landlord's toughand as he jumped in his taxi, he left his copy of the Timeswell, Joey found a paper, folded on a benchhe smiled in the evening chill, cos he'd saved fifty centssat down and started thumbin', through the classifiedsa two-room near his ex-wife, would cut his subway ridethough the best place he could find, was four blocks from a slumlivin' near his son was worth it, so he tore that small ad fromthe Timeswhere the world is captured in black and whitethe confusion, the heroes and the crimescos hope faces a daily fightin these changing timeswell, the subway conductor, tapped poor Sam on the armcos Sam'd ridden for hours, just tryin' to stay warmwhen Sam hit the sidewalk, he found an old Starbuck's cuphe went in to con a refill, that kind clerk filled it upSam used a crumpled paper, as a shelter from the windhis breath steamed out all night, from the small hole inthe Timeswhere the world is captured in black and whitethe confusion, the heroes and the crimescos faith faces a daily fightin these changing timessome are livin' high, some are gettin' byand some can't bear their burdenbut we're each affected, cos we're all connectedby these uncertain times(c)2006 Robert George