Suit

I watch him there the man in the suit
Packed in the tube on his daily commute

His newspaper's folded with a practiced crease
And he dares anyone to disturb his peace

His shirt and his tie are pressed sharp and clean
But blue and green should never be seen

His beards neatly trimmed, matching grey in his hair
Striking a pose whilst sat in his chair 

His cuff links glint as he checks on the time
And sighs to himself, delays on the line

Image almost perfect, he's scanning the news
But seems he forgot to polish his shoes