The glass was clasped by one spidery hand,
As the man seated opposite shifted on his torn leather strand.
I sipped my Jack and Coke in quietude,
As he spoke a while, his words subdued.
Then we made our way to his hotel room,
And as I left, I thought in gloom,
"What a desperate, lonely man he is."
He too watched me go, his thoughts full of unease,
"Such a waste of life," he sighed,
Neither realizing that the other had the same sentiment inside.
