the last laugh

Last night
I saw a homeless man sitting on the sidewalk
in between two bars
he held out an old dirty fast food cup
filled with
nickels
pennies
dimes
he had a pint of something
hidden in a brown paper bag
sitting in between his legs
extending the cup
to all the fish eyed
college kids'
drunk off overpriced shots
and lust
they look at him with disgust
and stumble and slur
their way to the next bar
and joke about him
once they get past him
I swear
after they had gone
he smiled
a little smile that said
I see a little bit of me in you boyo
see ya in a few years
the last laugh
waits for us all