You find a shinny penny
In the alleyway with the
Broken light. You swing
The blinds back,
Picking up the parking lot in all it's glory.
Inept, disheveled,
He can barely find his way home, Until an Angel
Picks him up, brushes him off, Drops him off safe and sound.
Leaves without a trumpet,
Says something to the wind
He hears only in a dream.