Mr. Stintman

He sat down by the station a quarter past nine fully aware that the train will not come by

His face glowed under dim street lights as he looked all around he was in a rush and kept looking for an unacquainted sound

For waiting in bitter agony the reward was short but for a person in need

Mr. Stintman approacheing his cold shaking hand to bring him somewhere warm again

Mr. Stintman and his new friend were standing in the dark because what Mr. Stintman was about to do would surely drive a spark

Mr. Stintman you can't deal with the crime

You can't move back or think to rewind

You're alright now feed him the chine

Just ask Mr. Stintman and he will give you some time

He held a lighter and a cigarette and lit between his lips