Does anyone know who Janis is?
Does anyone know her name? She’s quite old and handicapped And sometimes walks with a cane. Deep
wrinkles line her face
There’s a story behind every scar.
I believe she lives below the awning Of the Capital One Bank on the corner, And sometimes the
Meeting Street Bar. Her worldly possession are stowed away And bundled with great care.
Years of abuse has caused her to flee.
You can’t tell by her blank stare Sometimes she “gets out” at folks like you and me
She really means no harm.
Most think she’s just a crazy old lady
Ready for the funny farm. Does anyone know who Janis is? Does anyone know her name?
Does it really matter? I know she’s a human being
And to ignore her plight would be a crying shame.
(Last poem before release of
“Arugula Salad’ and other Food
for Thought)
