Sprite and Red Yarn

There’s a homeless man named Keith. He lives on the bench That belongs to the store at night. He walks in everyday right before we close and buys Sprite and red yarn. This terrible town’s only hobo that doesn’t smoke smokes or drink drinks. He wears a sleeveless brown coat Like a bloated sheep. His eyes always look tired. “Thank you.” I don’t know what he does with the yarn. I think maybe hobos don’t know how to knit.