Three not blind, with cardboard sign
In Bold black sharpie ink,
Reminding neighbors of common mind
Kindly give a drink.

They put together what coins collected
A combined sum of wine or beer
Teamwork in winter cold deflected
Lessens the pangs and concrete tears

The guys are yours and also mine
Uncle grandpas and bro's alike
Vegas Christmas for good guy joe
The traffic lights as mistletoe

Blue concrete here as harsh as snow
With mobile bedroom / shopping cart
Grey as grime of blankets, throws
And layers of sweaters with reindeer art

With what I know and what I lack
Cannot and does not change the facts
They have melted into the city scene
If only I could gift wrap peace...

They could be you, your neighbors' drunk
Who's wives have left them in their dust
I wonder if they are thankful to wake
Or has the morn gone sour in shame

When day is gone, traffic at night glows
Green, yellow, red artificial burning coals
As the ground shines blue and gutter grey
Drains the fight inside as they walk away

We all become prisoners
Unable to make a change
For now at least make it merry
Till the sun returns in May

The cardboard sign reminds the bus
In this moment we are the same...