Quarters

All I’ve got left is four quarters in my pocket.
Four little shinny new quarters, but what company.
Not only do I have George Washington with me,
I have him four times. And I have a dollar.
And when I walk I have a nice bouncing jingle.

No ones knows what I’ve got in my pocket,
So that jingle is quite special. It might be more
Than my last dollar in a stranger’s ear. It’s A secrete
Just between me and my Georges. My Washingtons.
I smile a bit because they’re all I’ve got left.
Just four shinny new quarters, and an ironic little smile.