Copper and Gold

[JRZH]

Silk-wool blends and peaked lapels
Coupled with overstated Windsor knots
Fresh coffee held by gold fingertips

Cup in hand, he drinks coppers tonight
The other covered with scars, cut by the wind
 Aged leather and missing drawstrings

He reaches out
Only to be met by contempt

Very mind inducing and your imagery creates a very emotive and vivid effect and impact on the reader. I like how ambiguous you have become, can I ask why there are only two lines in the last stanze, whilst the rest of your poem has three lines per stanza? It is a very intriguing poem!