The Flower Man
The flower man who stands by the stoplight
Sells roses two for five.
I know. I asked him
even though I'm broke today.
I want to buy some one day,
when I have five dollars and can time my stop
at the traffic light
so he and I connect.
It's not just his tattered shoes and hungry look either.
I have a lovely woman at home;
a woman to write songs about,
and buy flowers for in winter time.
Today, I think I forged an alliance
with the flower man.
He, will look different from now on
standing by the stoplight.
Next time I shall not see
the tattered shoes,
But I shall see the face
of the flower man.
Sells roses two for five.
I know. I asked him
even though I'm broke today.
I want to buy some one day,
when I have five dollars and can time my stop
at the traffic light
so he and I connect.
It's not just his tattered shoes and hungry look either.
I have a lovely woman at home;
a woman to write songs about,
and buy flowers for in winter time.
Today, I think I forged an alliance
with the flower man.
He, will look different from now on
standing by the stoplight.
Next time I shall not see
the tattered shoes,
But I shall see the face
of the flower man.
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