Examining Money

A man rushes to the latest race
Yells for coffee through a speaker
Pull around please, Wait your turn
The window goes down, hand goes out
He holds for Bubbly a crisp new twenty
Which she casually deposits, to the drawer
A rich man does count it at the full of moon
Drives it over to the local bank, at morn
And after, later: paychecks are cashed
A welder asks for twenties please
Some travel home, Others into obscurity
Gas for traveling, Cocaine to pass the time
Sitting in his lonely chair, at dusk or so
He snorts away his pain as like before
Twisted between his aging, shaking fingers
Mr. Jackson from Starbucks, neatly in a roll
At daybreak, cigarettes are traded for
By way of an unfurled twenty note
But leaving again just as quickly
As change for a traveling bloke
He who's headed back to Kissimmee
But stops off into the night
One room left, for sixty sixty three
Cash is fine sir, It's the American way
But the attendant has a problem
The bills just find their way in pockets
No cameras to catch, their pilfered state
Not a bad guy, Just trying to feed his kids
A twenty at the market, cereal and gallon milk
The clerk gives it swiftly away though
To a man with a much larger gait
And he who drinks away his worries
Does come across it with a grin
At the station the next town over
Its used to buy his car some food
Driving late into the night, vision blurred
He hits the car of the business man
The one who started with the note
Lying twisted, he dies in the shine of moon
Not knowing, his fate was but his own