Hemingway Stands

Standing in the street,
In a blue thin striped shirt,
And short white shorts,
Hands in pockets,
Slightly balding,
Looking for a sign,
Waiting solemn.

Young Hemingway

Young Hemingway,
His new grown beard still black,
And rough,
Walks between
The cars
with an empty paper cup,
Acting tough,
And just before
he would
Have gotten paid,
He turns away,
And waves his arms
In circles to the sky,
Enough is enough.