Grey Hair – James Griffin

I once met a man;
Dusty feet bare.
Nine fingers
Eight buttons
Grey hair; a cut voice
By the fountain by the clock.
I once met a man;
Dusty feet bare.
Seven days
Six hours in the trunk of a car;
Bumby road, a single light.
His life dancing in the night.
Grey hair; a slight stutter.
I once met a man;
Dusty feet bare.
Who tore at the walls
Five years in a cell.
Room with a view;
Counting the days in hours
That crept along the tiled floor
Within his four prison walls.
Grey hair; grey eyes.
I once met a man;
Dusty feet bare.
Who lived
By the fountain by the clock
Three long years cold
With nothing but a tale
Of living two women
When one was enough.
Grey hair; a cut voice
On the tip of his tongue.
I once met a man.