At this diner, in a booth

I watched you cross the street.

With your ragtag coat

and wrinkled hands

You ward off the vicious wind.

In this booth, with a friend

I see you pause for a minute.

On the ground

Is a coin

Dropped by someone else.

With this friend, drinking tea

You look up and smile at me.

With your toothless grin

and whiskered face

You continue on your way.