Invisible man

Standing there
by the bar
holding your gin
silently watching
people near and far
all those anonymous faces
a gorgeous smile
a funny grin...

you hover above
you observe
and you accept
with melancholy graveness
the fact that no one sees you,
no one gives a toss.

You may be ignored
between these walls
but outside
your convertible awaits
to take you home
where there is love
along with all the comforts
anyone could wish for
and you're the boss.


So, why is there a trace
of longing and sadness
in your gaze?
Is it something
that you left behind?
Or something that you chase
and cannot find?