Walk till you find something

As he walked in
I walked out
Held the door in such a way that said "hey"
Making only partial eye contact as the words also left my lips
He mumbled
something
under his breath as he passed perhaps a placating reply but most likely
it was just unintelligible - tangled introvert verbiage
  the kind that makes you question what you just heard or whether or not you're in the right place.
As the hinges of that door swung closed behind me
I put one foot in front of the other
began to walk
seemed as though the Sun had seduced humidity into a power struggle
somehow found humor in that  
took time out side with a Camel and a coffee cup
A sort of caffeine and nicotine prayer
Which at best
keeps my nerves at rest
Once the ritual was complete
I headed back to continue writing
  found a place to sit
when my eye slits again
caught the silhouette
He was late sixties with a face that could only be crafted in an institution
looked like a drifter
sort of 1930s vagrant
A hat two sizes too small
iron pressed Pants to his neck with a lumberjack button up
To his left was a black back pack or a nap sack that no doubt contained his entire life
I attempted to mind my own but it was difficult not to collect small glimpses when I glimpsed an opportune time to do so
I watched as he made motions in the air
With finger tips - of a cross- a star - and what ever in the hell this is ...like a Mario jellyfish
I heard him talk an entire idea, debate - and resolution with a completely empty chair all the way across the room
so I made a few assumptions - mainly that this gentleman was suffering from a special kind of madness
The rare kind - the kind that commands notice
Still not sure I clearly understood the situation
I wrote it off as another ill passer by - not quite able to conform to the social norms
it was becoming more clear by the second that the insanity of the situation
had captivated my imagination.
Upon refilling his third cup of espresso
And returning to his seat
I decided it was time to start a dialogue
And I sure as hell
needed to do it before that empty chair All the way across the room
started its own conversation.
Part of me knew it was going to be difficult
To initiate banter
And not have it come off as slander
but I needed to know the ideas and stories thoughts and dreams  under that two sizes too small hat
And I tend to have a dialect to offend
Simple enough I suppose
"Where you from"
It felt as if I shouted!
Oh how fast he looked up
not at me though
it was strange  - as if  possessed
Seemed he was counting the whirlwinds in the ceilings woodgrain
Then
His face turned slowly in my direction
Like a cheesy zombie flick
Or the stretching of a sore neck
What's your favorite verse?
What an odd question I thought
In the bible
no man- in life - what's your favorite verse in life?
Not sure, I said
Then let me tell you mine sprang from his mouth as if he'd been waiting an entire life time to share it
"This reality is everything and nothing."
He stood up - grabbing the strap connected to the rucksack that contained all his life's little tangible artifacts
As he was about to walk out he said softly-
Hey you.. Be well.