The Escape Artist

The Escape Artist David J Walker He was Well dressed In a Goodwill sort of way Pinstripes down his Breast Cuffed at the end of Each long leg Shoes buffed Into mirrored shine Checking his Canal Street Rolex For the incorrect time This is how his Day goes Blowing Orbicular grey smoke forced through his churlish nose Awaiting the arrival of The next Greyhound bus That necessarily must take him Anywhere else