He wanders and wanders and wanders
back and forth.
I see him on Houston Street
or Delancey
Sometime I see him moving the trash-can
from one side of the street-corner
to the other
and then,
he moves it back again

He is always in white
clean, crips white

He never talks,
until the other day
out of the blue
he asked me for a quarter
and then said thanks
when I handed
him a dollar.

I need my quarters for the laundry.

Somebody said he lives on Orchard Street
He is one of those
New York mysteries.