I see you in every man at the end of every off ramp
Sign reads: "Hungry please help"
Is not written in an unknown handwriting but in your handwriting
Every dollar given to a man at the end of our Cleveland off ramps
There is a little of you in them
Eyes, tone of voice, shaved head, calloused hands...
I search for you, although I know my attempts are moot
Everyday I secretly hope is the day I am shown this was all a sick joke
But...
I see you in every man at the end of every off ramp
Sign reads: "Hungry please help"
Is not written in an unknown handwriting but in your handwriting