I finally did draft something. I almost called it "An Appreciation" as it's in appreciation of the man who sells Real Change outside the post office on Greenwood Avenue. But then I figured my appreciation was clear.
In Front of the Post Office
"Hello, queen," sings the man
who sells newspapers. You wouldn't think
I'd be so charmed, but who else
greets me this way? When I leave
with my paper, I never hear
another customer receive the greeting
I almost believe he keeps for me.