Old Man Asian Cat

Had his hat on

Was reading the New York Times

Rocked back and forth

Back and forth

Rattle of the surrounding machine

Down the tracks

He had workman’s pants

From a boiler room

A shade of oil

His beard hid his honesty

Long nails flipped the paper

Back and forth

Black boots stood him tall

As his sitting told his story

His blue eyes scattered the paper

For winnings or stories unfolding

Crystal like yesterday’s ocean

Didn’t catch the date of that paper

As we rocked back and forth

His umbrella was next him

Used it as a cane

Walked around when woken up

Out the door

A rattle, a rattle, a rattle

Left his paper behind

My finger nails get longer

My beard needs a trim

© 2007 David Greg Harth

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