His hollow eyes were enough to see
As he walked right in front of me
In hurried traffic he traipsed with ease
His tattered coat fluttered with the warm breeze

But his eyes kept a solemn gaze
He walked across this violent maze
Cars screamed discontent with impatient rage
And his countenance was never phased

And cars provided the perfect disguise
To announce their unrest and silently chastise
This man whose jacket was wholly and worn
Bore the weight of fastidious scorn.