Cup in hand and long strides
Towards the left hand side
He leans, effortlessly, and forlorn.
I saw him from my window
Stretching across the view
Not rushing, not slow,
Just a man amongst a few.
Cup in hand and long strides
Not turning his eyes
An hour or two after dawn.
Written: 9:35 am, 18th January 1999, (c) Scrapper Duncan