The sun set and darkness grew
Still he sat as a man that’s dead
Humming as sweet as a female negro
To the last of rays, a farewell he bid
As slow and sure as a man with wit
He moved his body by one or two
As he balanced his torso upon his feet
I saw a life with nothing to do
As darkness pitched upon the night
He struggled past an old bailey
Then stopped fixated upon a light
That dimmed and flickered lazily
Hands akimbo and eyes squinted
He flinched as a man that’s holding pain
Contorting his face as one that’s painted
He yawned lazily and saw me by the pane