Saw a Desperate man
On board BART
Pale, Worn Out
Shirtless, Skin problems
Train packed
Shuffling back and forth
Outside pitch black
“Anyone got quarters?”
Pants sagging, hope he don’t fart
Muttering, stammering
Nails long, caked, and dirty
Stench floating, how much longer?
Embarcadero, Doors open
BART Police, ready and waiting
“Come on out, Brett!”
Complied, immediately
Officer pokes head in the car
Asks if everyone’s alright
Was anyone assaulted?
No response, all silent
Brett said he lost his shirt…..or jacket
He’s planning to head to Civic Center
Get some grub
Meet his wife
“You’re in trouble” Officer tells Brett
Brett seemed like a nice guy,
down on his luck
No one helped, not even myself