She handed me her misery
within a paper bag
a pair of shoes a pipe well used
and half an ounce of ****

one jacket tweed badly in need
of needle and of thread
well worn blue slacks and mints three packs
and teeth without a head

a watch and fob engraved to Bob
that had seen better times
a crucifix some well thumbed pics
two dollars and five dimes

She smiled and said my lovers dead
but here within my breast
he lives and breaths and never leaves
until I'm too at rest

with that she rose and touched her nose
as if a secret shared
then without fuss she left the bus
knowing a stranger cared

The watch I wind with her in mind
the pipe I've puffed upon
because you see she lives in me
and now I pass her on