Michael Internicola on the Other Side of the
ALLEY CAT
i've seen the old homeless man with the
cowboy boots at least sixty times. he
talks to himself on the bench where i
sit with regret. he has long gray hair
and no teeth. he sits there day after day
counting his cigarettes. sometimes he
screams out crazy. i went and saw audioslave.
i walked out and he was resting on a car with his
head down looking at his feet. i caught his eyes walking by.
i stopped at the corner and looked at my money.
i had about fifty on me. i grabbed a fiver and
walked back over and put it out there to give
him. he looked at me and didn't know what it
was for. like he gave up on bread. he wouldn't
take it. he mumbled something about a checkbook.
i heard no thanks. have a good day, sir. one time
i was sitting on a street curb drinking coffee. I just
got back from paris and had a beard. i had 30 grand
cash hidden in my chick's place under the bed. a man
came by and asked if i ate today. he offered me a buck.
i looked at him and didn't know what the money was for.
i wouldn't take it. i said no thanks. have a good day, sir.
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