Salesman

He never takes the window seat
He still takes yellow taxis
He knows the world is round he’s felt it
Spinning on its axis

And Thursdays mean one more hotel
A bad night’s sleep to follow
A different type of homelessness
And every kind

Of hollow

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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