The Business Man

God, it never got easy, but it sure got good when the
Business man came to my adopted neighborhood
There was a bird I named Frank, a palace, a steeple, and a pile of
Blankets outside of Trinity Cathedral
Every weekday morning he would walk right by with a three piece suit, new shoes,
and a tie
And this dead face, real hate in his eyes. In such a devilish way he would
materialize
He was put there to rob from men like me — from the broken down scoundrels that
live on the street
So I prepared for his initial attack; I said to myself, «Henry, you gotta watch
your own back
You wanna make it outta here alive, you better learn to improvise
«So there we were: one morning at dawn, he appeared at the church with the
cold autumn fog, briefcase in hand, walking towards me
So I jumped from my blankets and sunk my teeth right into his ear and ripped it
right off
Blood poured down onto his luxury watch
He ran away and I went back to sleep, and when the cops arrived, man,
I was relieved
I said, «Thank god ya’ll are here. This bastard in a business suit just tried
to rob me
And you know what? I think he might have been the fucking devil.»