Market & Main
written by: Grant Guy
I was on my way home from work
Crossing Market and Main
A drunk made a bee-line straight for me
His hand was outstretched
He asked for spare change to buy a cup of coffee
We were standing outside a liquor store
I knew it was not coffee he wanted
Having just found a wallet
With sixty dollars inside
I bought the drunk a bottle of wine
Instead of a polite tipping of the hat
And a giving me God bless you
He accompanied me in my walk
Across Main Street
And on toward Portage
He mumbled about this and that
Until he finally said
Have you heard of Che Guevera
Being a Marxist
Of course I know whom Che Guevera was
Well, I fought with Che in the Sierra Maestra of Cuba back in ’59.
I said Uh huh
He added
Look at Fidel Castro now
He’s the president of his country
And I’m only a fucking drunk
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