Not exactly a bedroom but none the less
on the pavement in front of a shop
someone had made up their bed.

Although it was only a sleeping bag,
it was tastefully patterned, quite clean
and clearly most carefully spread.

Its position was expertly chosen,
tucked below the shop front overhang
where people weren't likely to tread

and the rain wouldn't reach from the nearby street
while the glass might just radiate heat -
a bedroom for someone well bred.

The tenant was not yet in residence
but, as  if on a bedside cabinet,
an up-market coffee cup said

"I'm certainly down but I'm not yet out.
If you give me a chance, I'll rise again.
Be thankful it's not you instead."