The Mysterious Man Poem by Perry Schwartz

I always see a mysterious man everyday walking down the street he never shows his face to anyone and dresses in black trench coat and matching hat he could possibly be a spy who was sent from another country with a purpose that is only know to him. It'sunclear to me whether or not he's a friend or foe ether way the mysterious man goes about his business never once stopping to talk to a single person that was passing by. Some say that the mysterious man once stayed in a hotel overnight he requested to never be disturbedfor any reason he never left his room. The only thing that was heard were footsteps coming from his room the next day he checked out of and left in a hurry every time I see I see him moving very fast crossing street after street. Something there's something about him that's a mystery to me but one thing is for certain the mysterious man is someone of importance.