Best Bag Lady Poems

She sat outside the coffee shop elbows 
propped up on a small circular blue metal table 
with a frosted glass top, starring intently 
at morning...

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BAG-LADY IN THE PORTRAIT GALLERY

In all my failed moments of ambitious grace,
The truth, swarth-headed, lifts its greenest shape
To madly light the curls of whitest lace
Edging...

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The clothes she wore were twenty years old
Tattered and torn not much protection from the cold
The rusty cart she pushed with wheels well worn
The hair...

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She slept upon a bench,
Her snores annoyed a guy.
He told her to shut up,
And stabbed her in the eye. *

*A true story about an elderly...

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Her head hung in shame
why is she to blame?
Kids took it all from her
now all she has is this worthless fur
that keeps her warm at...

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She humbles herself
With her lack of ambition
A stain of sadness
In all that she wears

She mumbles through life
With words of conviction
banished from gladness
by guilt that she...

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Bag Lady 

		Chicago’s North Side

This senior citizen 
whose face is Rushmore still
squats with pigeons on the steps
of the Rogers Park Masonic Temple.
She wears a shawl...

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she has a cart
fill with art
sleep and eat
in a parking lot
she must be hot
loads of cloth
some call her sade
the
BAG LADY...

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'Twas a sunny Sunday in June
Father's Day was in its throws
We were just young children
No money, but good at putting on shows

I was the youngest...

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Night is not like day,
when my body is groggy and I get tired,
but sleep doesn't come suddenly...


Even when the macabre darkness reigns,
I seek the hidden...

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On  Train Trestle 

Bag Lady laid down her head on train trestle
Waiting for the locomotive
The bridge took on a new dimension
Iron and timber became...

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It’s a terrible thing to be treated
as less than human ... all should abhor
Considered only as beast of burden — 
that’s the lying end of...

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A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk,...

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Earlier I left a message to move a suspect bag
The one abandoned where I park my jag
I caught a whiff and most disgusted did gag
The...

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I awoke dreaming of the end of the world,
You know the houses and cars sinkining into a sea of water and fire,
Then I had breakfast,
Hurried...

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