There was an old man dressed in tan
I saw him waiting on the island
Outside my car window
He looked like a short, balding, hunchbacked
Janitor in his tan button shirt and slacks
Sun-baked mud tan
He was just waiting to cross the street
Lost among the flashy cars of the young
Written: July 24, 2000
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