I was not really sure where this poem was going, as i read it. I loved the begining. "The soft-faced man immediately stoops to scoop up the nickels and dimes". that's a great line. The next one is just as good, but i think you forgot the parenthesi at the end. Then the poem sort of tranforms itself into a conversation- almost as if you overheard the words standing in line at the movie theater or at the exchange counter at macy's or something. I dig it, and wonder why you wrote it.