My Streets 32

I’m afraid I don’t remember shooting this one.

Most likely I was tattoo hunting, and noticed this guys work.

He has a beer, so it may not strictly be a “Street” photo. It also seems someone was helping me…

But I like it, so it’s in the series ;)

What was once meant to be a statement –
a dripping dagger held in the fist
of a shuddering heart – is now just a bruise
on a bony old shoulder, the spot
where vanity once punched him hard
and the ache lingered on. He looks like
someone you had to reakon with,
strong as a stallion, fast and ornery,
but on this chilly morning, as he walks
between the tables at a yard sale
with the sleeves of his tight black T-shirt
rolled up to show us who he was,
he is only another old man, picking up
broken tools and putting them back,
his heart gone soft and blue with stories.