The Homeless Man

Stuck in traffic... Your long threadbare coat riding the wind catches my eye Probably ink black once, now turning rust with age It glides in the wind like an eagle Marvin Gaye's "What's Going On" plays The eagle coat catches the rhythm But how, my volume is very low Traffic moves... I see Mother Earth has braided your hair It snakingly streams behind you in sync with your stride The sun is your spotlight as you move Did she know you would one day be this tallness? Does she ever wonder where you are? Snake braids, eagle coat moving in rhythm I'm mesmerized We move... I keep on looking Broad shoulders, bulging biceps Do you weight-lift the universe? Leg muscles woven from hustling and pounding pavements Straining against those too tight torn black jeans Are those your toes? But aren't those tough Caterpillar boots?! Traffic moves an inch... I look in awe at the caringly chiselled face My! She has hidden your hue quite well Ivory and bronze, but golden with just a hazy coat of darkness Eyes, the color of midnight sprinkled with stars Flared nostrils, one could cry arrogance I see she was generous with your lips She knew you would need charm for survival Traffic shifts a bit... But wait, is that content I observe on your caringly chiselled face? Your stride, you could be walking anywhere in the world Are you really a homeless man Or are you already home? Traffic opens up.