The Tramp at the Table Next to Mine

The old man sits hunched over,
White beard resting on his chest,
Examining a map of the city
Through a magnifying glass he grasps.

After his perusal is through,
He folds his map up carefully
And proceeds to study scraps of paper
Taken from his bulging wallet.

He has a multitude of bags and parcels
Fastened to a carrier or thrown together.
He is on a journey, but the passage
Is not paid in legal tender.

©2016 Michael Fraley

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