He waves his arms
Steps about
Turns in circles
Points, with a vengeance
His attire
Grey slacks, brown coat
Gives no suggestion
To his energetic gesticulations
Although the red shoulder bag
Seems a tad out of place
Perhaps he is the drop
Awaiting his instructions
I look up
At first think him gone, then
I notice that he is on the move
Unfolding a paper notelet
