poetic

This morning, when I got into
work
there was a tramp outside my
window
(I guess he was a tramp)
anyway,
he was standing up
but bent
over
trying to sleep
I took him out a muffin and a coffee
He said thanks
And sat on the step
then he left
I guess to go bend double
outside another office



I don't think that anybody knows him.
To know him would be
to get inside the mind
of a mentalist.