Upon a bench I sit and wait,
Beside the lonely stranger,
Our eyes they meet,
Then stare to ground.
Like two dogs in a manger.
At last he lights a smoke,
And with a witty joke.
Remarks about the dusty blue.
I partook in his smoky truth,
So calm so couth.
As we laughed at simple truths.
What a day and what men do.
He cried all through and through.