Twelve

I saw a woman touch a bum
When he looked at her
And mumbled for some change.
She tapped his shoulder twice,
Smiled, and walked away.
But something happened then,
And she returned to him.
She looked at his face
And gave him entire sentences
As if he mattered at all.
She unzipped her bag
And slipped her hand inside.
When I looked again,
The two had vanished;
The waiter needed the name
Of my gourmet food and port.