High Street Millionaire

Author’s Note: I frequently travel between Suffolk and Essex by bus, stopping by at McDonald’s for a cuppa in the early hours, and this poem highlights my concerns about the increasing numbers of homeless people sleeping rough on Colchester’s High Street; a legacy of the Conservative Party’s neglect of UK’s welfare state.


Wrap me in;
keep the gap closed.
This is my space,
on the pavement,
in the High Street,
by the window.
My space.

Pirate flag.
Plastic cutlass.
Open book.
my page,
my space …
next to
and part of

A multi-millionaire.
A McDonald’s man,
with a little bit of pavement –
to call my own..

Buses stop,
Taxis double-up,
huddle into lay-bys,
and clock up time.
People appear, pass and
move on.

I’m still here, in my space,
secure. No drafts. No worries.
Wrap me in
my space.

Jay Cool is "an eccentric Salopian" living in Suffolk with Hubby and three children. She works in Essex three days a week to pay the bills, and spends the rest of her time - in between housework and sprogs - researching her roots and writing comedic blogs about dragging her family off to visit her ancestral lands in Shropshire and Suffolk. She also blogs for 'Suffolk Punch Comedy Club', helping to promote stand-up comedians. All of their gigs are for charity - to raise funds for research into prostate cancer. Read other articles by Jay.