Late Morn Prata

The Changi Road Pop-eye one-legged beggar a firm nodding acquaintance the last number of months now. Always a smiling face without a single contribution to date. Rather a surprise. Confirms the impression the man wins more than alms here amidst his community, important as dolaro always is of course. Good English in the Good mornings another surprise. Hopping over by the Har Yasin table this morning for his late brekkie the same managed in the bitten-off choking from the jolting, the kangaroo bounding. 

         For the prata and teh a handful of coin drawn from the shirt pocket, PLONK on the table making the waiter who must have seen/heard it all before turn. Silver the greater part, but a number of glinting gold too. No need reach for the notes in his pocket, plenty there.
         The pitying generosity from all-comers has been witnessed numerous times on the passes. Sirs in the address for the panama and more troublingly Bab’s a number of times, which are usually reserved for the elderly-doddery. Needs talking to the man.
         An hour later jumped into a cab.