The Man

He went like he came, didn't see him come and didn't see him leave.

He was alone, one man tent, a table, a stool, and a wind brake.

One morning I watched him, wondering who you were, if you were lonely did you have a family, were you an ex.con!!.

Thick black rimmed glasses, you surfed and you drew, I walked by and you smiled so I stopped, you had drawn by pencil baggy point croyde and it was brilliant, and you told me I way kind to say so.

Never will I no your name, were you were from, were you went, so your just the man with no name./