who are you ...

who are you

how long must i stand in the cold cold rain

that relentlessly soaks deep within to the bone

with hope desire a need of want just to see you 

my sweet sweet rapunzel when do you let down your hair

are you that raven haired beauty i see and watch twice each day

in the awkward trek of to and fro only for reward of added dollar

is that perhaps you serving my coffee with awkward shy smile of innocence

knowing i have noticed more than once the fragile nature of your young eager heart

might you be the one standing near the corner off into the light shadows

keeping your beaten down look of despair hidden from watchful eyes 

as you ply your trade yet again to the johns unknown unwelcome undeserving 

do you like fresh flowers you ask toward me as you hawk 

your just cut wares to all that pass then quickly ask another the same 

just who are you that i see but everyday and why have i this need of memory

as i search wandering about for another choice at life