Jonah on the blanket on the sidewalk
yelling at the passers-by
to look at his paintings and sculptures

calls them philistines
confident that few will know
what it means

however the biker
who just kicked his face does
or knows at least he doesn’t like hearing it

Jonah sobs 
as the biker picks up a painting
from the blanket

loudly admires its composition
tosses a greasy twenty at Jonah
exits laughing

Jonah wipes
his mouth
with the bill

straightens the blanket
and his wares
goes back to work

keeping an eye out
for more bikers
(just in case)