'The Silhouette' Poem by Nicholas Titus

A dark slow night it brings to me
This moon lit shadow this man I see
His head hangs low beneath the light
His movement slow this moon lit night
The puffs of smoke set off his figure
Standing beneath a gloomy light post
I see a man bound by thoughts
I see this man and start to think
As the ice cubes rattle in his drink
This man I see his stance is art
What brought him to this lonely part?
What brought him here what could it be
What makes this man the man I see
A puff of smoke as he looks up
Then one more rattle of his cup
So I look left and look away
To think about what I might say
Then I look back where could he be
What makes this man I cannot see