Part 2

(Hope you enjoyed Part 1 which set the scene a little. Part 2 is where we start looking at a few of the characters)

Two

And there was the man
Stood there in a trench coat
Who followed them around silently,

Exhaling broken smoke
Through in endless trail of fog
Like Borget gone wrong,

Drowning himself in silence
In the corner of every gig,

Casting a casual eye
Over everybody. 

Who was head banging
At the front 

And who was on the side
Kissing or maybe more

His hands always dangling
Near the edge of his coat

Looking
Always looking for the first sign

Focused on the band on the stage
With a look that went beyond hatred.