Bill flat cap wearing
sports jacket and slacks
twinkling eyes caring
magnified by big specs
slow shufffling entrances
 
From the neighbourhood
he savoured his daily Bud
At the end of the bar he stood
never sat and always read
The New York Post
 
A native new yorker
his voice followed his finger
as he read everyone’s horoscope
He called people Doll Face
and knew I was a Scorpio.