I feel good

A homeless man on the street,
His hair rich and heavy, swept back away from his broad forehead.
He looks exactly like James Brown in the later years.
I am briefly touched, and feel the need for outreach.
He bows to the pavement, dropping to one knee:
I am suddenly overcome by the image of an assistant,
or a stage hand,
rushing to his side and draping a cape on his back,
but no one appears.
He is merely stooping to pick up a discarded cigarette butt.
The act returns him to his status as a homeless person,
But now the Godfather of Sole.

Reviews

[Trigorin]

Not bad. Very descriptive, and I think the brevity also helps a little. I think the ending could have had a bit more of a punch to it, as it feels a little weak at present, but other than that this is nicely done. Good work.

[Blotter]

I wrote this in a parking lot on my smartphone using the wordpress app, moments after seeing this individual. I'm not big on editing once it's been committed to the ether, but I agree that it reaches its conclusion abruptly, just as my passing him on the street was swift.

[Blotter]

...and thank you for your comment, I almost forgot that.