The Businessman

Once upon a time a stylish businessman slowly evaporated from the sidewalk. First his suit vanished like cream inside coffee, then his briefcase dissipated into wet fog. He tried to run back in his building, but his legs melted and his feet drained away. His body turned into a halo that walkers thought was the signs' neon. The only thing left was one black shoe, which a hobo ate on his way to train tracks. As soon as he digested it, he was filled with great ideas: a new start-up company, a market that hadn't been exploited, a stock he could manipulate, countries to run behind the scene, love to shove back inside the clouds.