He's as handsome as any, yet the girls swoon more.
He talks all the time just like everyone else, but everyone listens.
He walks to the same parking stone, but walks with meaning.
Every moment to him is a brilliant intricacy. It's easy to oversee
When all he has to do is appear and everyone looks at him
With the fear of some children at parents.
His jokes shape a thousand ships
In force at dynamic moments
That stop at his tongue, who is not bogged down in trivia,
Who fancies himself everyman, not making more than the necessary
Decisions any man would make, that's the secret of his success,
But how could that be?
Walking in the glow, sometimes he must want to get kicked.
I thought I saw him at George's,
Mouthing Java, unshaven, chain-smoking,
Trying to cash a rumpled ticket.
You put that expression in your pocket
To flash at a mail-room clerk
Too slow with more meaningless subpoenas.
