F.. Its only a pound

Its only a pound

Jazz scanned the street from the shop doorway, up and down he scanned
the busy shoppers trying to ascertain who would dig deep in to their
pockets, he only wanted a pound but so did all the others, they are all
tight bastards, people don't give like they used too, GOD I NEED THAT
POUND he screamed in his head that makes enough cash to warm away this
pain until morning, better that sex, well, when the burning stops, it
does after a few sips you know, then I can drift away to the land of
hazy and forget it all, well I can try to.

Jazz decides to asks someone 'yes he will do' a well built man in
sunglasses approaches the doorway Jazz steps out "excuse me sir can you
spare a pound?" the man stops and looks tips his sunglasses and looks
at Jazz "no! all you lot do is piss it up the wall" Jazz steps back and
hangs his head.

Jazz pokes his head out of the shop doorway and he can see no one is
doing much good cash wise today he needs that pound to get him through
the night, just one little nugget, and two wobbly ones hundred pennies
twenty five pence bits whatever its all the same.

Jazz steps out and asks again "can you spare a pound mate?" " Look mate
I just give her a pound down there, he points to ragtag a few doors
down the street "besides if I give every one a pound I will be fuckin'
broke myself sorry" the man walked away in to the bustle of the
day.
Jazz is now feeling desperate and he is ready to ask anyone, which is
risky but he needs that pound.

'AAAAhhh yes he will do' Jazz thinks

A man in suit carrying a brief case " can you spare a pound please?"
the man stops
Opens his case Jazz thinks I'm in here, the man pulls out a sheet of
paper and says "try this" and the man walks away. Jazz reads the A4
sheet I don't wanna be a fucking trolley wolly at fucking Tescos, the
man turns and looks back and shakes his head.

Jazz sits down in the shop doorway and starts to drift into semi
consciousness
And all the sounds from the street drift into the distance, he comes
back to reality with a start to see a small child with its mother
staring down at him, " go on then darling give the man your pound" the
child leans forward and gives Jazz the pound smiles and moves on.,
there was something it that child's eyes, she gave a pound it was
hers
For what sweets comics I dunno, but I still took it.

Jazz cracks open the bottle and sips broken glass for a while, till the
burning stops;
and he knows that the spirit that haunts him will now rock him to sleep
as he drifts away in to an amber sea.