High Street Millionaire

Wrap me in;

keep the gap closed.
This is my space,
on the pavement,
in the High Street,
by the window.
My space.

Pirate flag.

Plastic cutlass.
Open book.
my page,
my space …
next to
and part of

A multi-millionaire.

A McDonald’s man,
with a little bit of pavement –
to call my own..

Buses stop,

Taxis double-up,
huddle into lay-bys,
and clock up time.
People appear, pass and
move on.

I’m still here, in my space,

secure. No drafts. No worries.
Wrap me in
my space.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, May 2017

Note: This poem was also published by ‘Dissident Voice’ on Sunday, 7th July, 2018

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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