The Flower Man

The flower man who stands by the stoplight
Sells roses two for five.
I know. I asked him
  even though I'm broke today.

I want to buy some one day,
  when I have five dollars
    and can time my stop at the traffic light
      so he and I connect.

It's not just his tattered shoes and hungry look either.
I have a lovely woman at home;
  a woman to write songs about,
    and buy flowers for in winter time.

Today, I think I forged an alliance with the flower man.
He, will look different from now on standing by the stoplight.
Next time I shall not see the tattered shoes,
But I shall see the face of the flower man.

© 1991 by Tom King