Stranger in Blue Suede Shoes

I walked into this bar and the man who refused he said,“We don't serve strangers in blue suede shoes. We don't give credit and we don't give way. We have to think about what the people might say. You know what I mean." I said,“sure, man." He gave me a smile that was sickly and wet and I offered him one of my cigarettes. He took it afraid that he might have appeared rude, that receded to sell me some second class food. Nice guy. You meet him everywhere. He said,“my, oh my, I've suffered too long, and this cigarette seems to be very strong. I don't make the rules, I just get what I take. And I guess every rule was made to break. You can take what you like. It won't hurt me. Cause I'm just working for the company." From the green cigarette, he took a long drag and said, “I think I'll pack my travelling bag. I'm tired of cheating I'm wasting my head. I'm filling the box a bags with bread. I wanna get out in the sun and rain, and feel the wind on my skin again. The world is large and I've got time yet. And by the way, thanks for the cigarette. Thank you very much Thank you very much Thank you very much."