Old Codger

While driving I could see an old grizzled man ahead trying to cross the street in heavy traffic. Several cars ahead ignored him and buzzed past.
I stopped and he crossed the street. He stood on the curb facing me, removed his dirty cap and tipped it toward me with a bow of his head.
It was performed in a stagey, theatrical manner.***************
Was he a by-gone actor? An alkie stumbling his way home?
An apparition from the past?
An angel unawares?
Perhaps.