The Wallet

I found a wallet
I found a wallet-
Inside were pictures of your small family
You were so young, your hair- dark brown
You had been born in 1953

Your winter birthday
Was stamped on the plastic
Of a license so recently expired
I was so tired as I walked through my door
I let all the contents of your wallet on the floor

And like a holy relic
Or a mystery novel
I thumbed them in the dim light
Searching for a clue-
A Blockbuster card,
An old stick of Juicy Fruit,
A crumpled receipt
For a pair of leather boots

I have no wallet
I have no wallet-
I keep my cards together
With a blue rubber band
And with a free hand I search in my pockets
For pieces of, pieces of
Paper and change

I'll take your wallet
To my local Blockbuster
They'll find your number
In their computer
You'll never know me
I'll never know you
But you will be so happy
When they
Call you up