Give me a word
To interpret my best,
Out here on the sidewalk,
Speed put to the test.
Your face is a picture
Most could misread,
But your choice is an omen
For what you must need.
A busker or beggar—
Some poet at best?
I’m no fortune teller;
I write what I’ve guessed.
Please give me a penny
To start words on my page,
And I’ll let you keep them
For inspiration another day.