In the corner.
Always grumbling, she mistily reads
week old newspapers.
Her spot's always ready,
been coming here years.
Has a coffee, never drinks it.
Never charged.
Round midnight she sort of
prowls out spitting at passing cars.
From a distance staff takes turns
to see her home safe.
And each morning they waits
for her return
and another day.
In the corner
Steve Coel
In the corner
Steve Coel
In the corner
Steve Coel
Steve Coel
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