Shuffle Shuffle

Shuffle shuffle Hands shake as he pulls a stack of papers from his pocket Shuffle shuffle He finds a crumpled piece and reads the numbers inscribed Shuffle shuffle go his feet as he hobbles to a pay phone Just reaching it and picking up the receiver, is a milestone Relief comes over him as he hears a ring tone The gruff voice on the other side suggests She is not alone. She has moved on And how could she not after so long? Much emotion he can hear in her tone She wishes him well and then he hears a click Shuffle shuffle Hands shake as he searches for a number Someone whose hand he can shake someone who won't judge him Who'll give him a fair shake Dials the number hoping it'll ring, No answer Frustration sets in, he cracks open a bottle Takes a big swig, feels the burn in his throat And heads back to the homeless shelter He loathes so... Shuffle shuffle The sounds of weary feet