Homeless

"Got any change, mate?" asked the near-invisible homeless man sitting in front of the bin.
He sat in the same spot each day and his cup was usually full of coins by this time. Today he'd made nothing, literally nothing.
He stood up, thinking it was time to find a new spot.
A man ran straight towards him and thrust a bundle of notes in his hand before disappearing into the crowd.
He crammed them into his jacket pocket as two out of breath policemen on foot appeared.
Tonight he would eat well.