thirst

Grand Central was not always grand
there were times
in my early morning commute
when it looked as though
the whole city
starved in the belly
of it's basement

when this pitiful homeless man
dug through the trash
like it was a prize
waiting to be discovered;
for a crumb left over
or a drop of warm coffee
to fill his emptiness inside

and before I could offer him
a fresh cup, on me
he found the cup half full
and tipped his head back
smiling, as he turned
and walked away, quickly
drinking his find

and I used
to think
Grand Central
was the
grandest
place
of all