Say Farewell to That Strange Sad Man
The barman calls out
To that strange man walking out
Just as he does every time he comes
The piano-man and sax player, nodding their heads to his uplifted hand
He doesn't come here often
For a week every four months or so
Body tall, moving life a dancer to ridged for the stage
He's beautiful in a way; sadness in his countenance,
but a slight smile for old friends
He tugs his coat on and for a moment his eyes meet mine,
an incline of his head before the door blocks my eyes
the sax player and piano-man start a slow strong song
faint echoes of the barman's gruff voice slither away in the tune
"See ya space cowboy…"