Man Across The Room

The expression plastered on his face was sentimental and weary
You could tell that he had been through thick and thin
He enjoyed his hot dog as much as I enjoyed looking at him 
I particularly enjoyed the position in which his legs were in 

He was old and aging by the second
I didn't get to experience his smile, so I reckon
Ill never get to see him again 
Something about him mesmerized me
Maybe it's because of the way he sat there. Silent and perfectly at ease

Now back to those legs. He had old style blue jeans on
His boots were simple, nothing too impressive. 
One leg in front, the other against the railing of the chair 
I didn't know him. Our eyes only met a few times. Sorry, Sir. Pardon my stare.

His hair was as old and grey as he was
He just sat there, quiet and dull like. He never made a sound 
He sat motionless as he enjoyed his hot dog.