While I was out for some caffeination, Eric stopped and asked if he could read me one of his poems in return for some pocket change. I said sure.
"Really? No one's said yes for the last two hours."
His poem: "Reading Poetry for Pocket Change," with the refrain "Nickels and dimes, nickels and dimes." It was quite good, actually, and he read it well; the rhymes fit right into flow without it sounding sing-songy.
A nice change from the usual panhandler, if you'll forgive the pun.