Golden Tumbleweed

He kept his singles crinkled
and anything higher crisp as sea's breeze.

Several nights were spent on motel bar stages, 
aging his fingers on his aging acoustic's strings.

The gentleman was a misunderstood shark
with Adonis angles and eyes of pity.

Some glared with suspicion, while others listened
to the musical grandeur of this homeless genius.

All the waking days he wandered desert towns 
and dreamed so free, it him poor and gave the richest soul in return.

However, the mystery man always left $20 bills
folded into origami flowers on the counters.

But only for the pretty young things that had second jobs 
to support their fatherless children down the streets of tumbleweed.