Otto was ill-timed and
   out
of place
in his black suit and
   hand-hemmed
pants
bearing the sheen of long wear
and his umbrella
   reaching from floor to his elbow
its wooden handle as crooked
   as his spine

"Where were you," he
   admonished with his
eyes and
"Why didn't you," he
   accused with his
cane-handled umbrella and
"Where is she," he
   screamed from his
wrinkled shirt and
  creased brow and
   worn wool pants and
    ill-timed arrival
  one foot in the train and
one foot knee-deep in misery.