Daily Commute

It's a familiar refrain:
got any change? I appreciate it, little lady,
any kind of
change.
on the way to work, on the way home
I never have cash
and when I do
I lie.
Sometimes we make eye contact.
Usually we don't.
One of these days he'll be gone,
and I'll think about all the coins that fall out of my pockets, purses, dresses, and hate myself.
Then again maybe I won't.

Not a lie.
I never change.