That day
it's either ask
a friend for a favour,
or sleep on the roof
of some City building.

The daylight affords
City parks, City benches.

Hit the Soup Kitchen
for a morning sliced cheese sandwich
along with a weak cup of tea.

Sneak into the Mall
Food Court wash rooms
for a freshen-up.

A ****, shower and shave
without the shower and shave.

One foot in front of the other,
one foot on the street,
the other in the gutter.

Killing time, looking
for friendly faces
to *** a smoke from.

Feeling no permanence,
no point, no purpose.

A bruised and broken ego,
avoiding any eye contact.

Pity-faced glances
walk by on passing heads.

Not two cents to rub together,
looking for any best-old-ex-friend,
in the hopes of sofa surfing,
or maybe just a cup of coffee.