A Man Named Lonley

I met a man in a trenchcoat.

Lonely was his name.

Hat in hand, he took his leave.

But he would come again.

I met a man with a hat.

Lonely as can be.

I didn’t feel alone.

With him standing next to me.

I met a man with a briefcase.

Lonely as it was.

We traveled to a destination.

He left within the buzz.

I once met a man

As faceless as can be.

He told me all his woes.

And left a gift to me.

When I looked up to thank him.

There was nothing left.

But I felt a heavy feeling.

Right there in my chest.

I have met a man.

Every day of life.

We share a cigarette.

Deep into the night.

I do feel so lonely.

In that bus stop light.

But with him by my side.

I know I’ll be alright.