The
car park on public roads
Near
the bank and shop lots
In
the day of normal businesses
Cars
driving in and out as usual
The
car beggars will come
A
clean dressed woman
And
a dirty young man
They
will come asking for money
The
woman lives elsewhere
She
comes with her plastic bag and drinking bottle
She
knows she has to hang around until in the evening
Then
she will go walk back home
The
man is different
Maybe
he has no home to go
One
look he sleeps on the public area
The
dirt on his clothing and legs
He
is physically fit
Only
the physical appearance of a vagabond
Maybe
that's the way for undercover work
Blend
into the low beggar's role
It
always reminded me
An
army captain played drunk on the hill
Patched
clothing and unkempt appearance
He
came to collect information
When
he had done his homework
He
came out with his army
The
hilly billies watched
“Wasn't
he the guy on the drunk?”
So
it reminds me
A
different look at the beggars
We
will never know about detective work
The
spies in beggar's clothing
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