Any Change?

My look up begged for love
but he looked for distance,
fumbled, then conjured me
change, from a handkerchief
pulled from a dip of crumbs.

I whispered 'thanks mate'
& picked a pocket full of pride,
as he smiled the smile of smiles
& held his lover closer still.

A tanned vestal
cash-point professional,
her heart set
on blowing his plastic.

Then he turned his blind eye on
& head down he headed up-town
to shop till he dropped my question.

John G.Hall(C)2005.