Still I Walk

Still I Walk

Puddles seep into my jeans
as I wait to cross the road;
a child smiles as an old man
falls. Alone. He struggles, I walk;
eyes glued to nothing.

Animals hunt in packs, bottles
and tongues at the ready as 'auld
pishy pants' looks to the floor
and struggles with second hand
bags bursting with Tesco value.

Still I walk. Smoke rises from
the bus stop and tattooed arms
remain still as I say excuse me
and squeeze past prams and
walls coated with festival remnants.

'Spare any change pal?' a noise
from the night. The green man glows
as I cross. Smiles lead to cuddles, cuddles
lead to kisses. 'How you doing honey?'
'I can't complain. Do you fancy a drink?'