a quick sonnet.....

blueintheface

for the homeless but hopeful

Its Friday and inside the young ones dance
Outside in the November chills I stare
One glances out, sees me, and looks askance
The wrinkles on my face gave the scare.

I keep strolling, my night's activity
Passed the street's liquor store but I restrain
Clothes drag on the sidewalk, people gasp at me
I can't look back, for their eyes speak disdain.

My body shivers and quivers small quakes
The hunger I dread creeps into my head
Behind me the store window's glass falls, breaks
Paralyzed, I now sleep, though not my bed

I hope they'll come in numbers just to say
Sorry for staring in that awkward way

FinsburyParkCarrots

I like it, but I'd change line eight. It tells rather than shows. Could you find an image - literal or metaphorical - that keeps the rhyme?