Crack a smile Blues

I sit alone under a tree

That sheds its leaves

Of fiery red

They float like washed up boats

Aground upon my head

I like this analogy

I watch people pass by

Make a note of who says hi

Make a face at those who sneer

I don’t know them, they don’t know me

But today I’m as happy

As a miserable bastard could be

I’ve got a flask of good coffee

With a drop of scotch

Just to give it a bite

I’m feeding some pigeons

And talking to a dog

Whose owner won’t look me in the eye

The grass is overgrown

The sky is overcast

Autumn is at the station

Waiting for its train to leave

I’m still sitting here as happy

As a miserable bastard could be

The moon is climbing up

The ladder to the sky

The park keeper wants to close the gate

I haul my arse up off the dampening ground

Scratch my head before putting on my hat

Rub my neck and stretch out like a star

The evening grows cold

As the fog creeps up on my skin

I’m heading home to a fire and a book

I came here today to exorcise a ghost

Of a homeless man that was me

Now I’m as happy as miserable bastard could be

©JMcN2015