Correction

I decided to huddle with a homeless man
By his trash fire and see what he knew of the world.
“I don’t know nothing of the world,” he said.
“You don’t know anything,” I said.
“You’re probably right, you’re the professor.”
“I’m not a professor,” I said.
“You are a professor,” the homeless man replied.
“Touché,” I said, although he was dead wrong.
He showed me the famous knifes
He sold to felons on the courthouse steps –
A blade so sharp it could fillet a soul.
“A sole,” he said. “Touché, touché again,”
Was my humble reply.