Mystery Man

A man sat at a bar,
never going a drink too far,
scratching his face,
expression hard,
waiting for something,
eyes on his car.

Through the glass of the window he saw a shadow,
following it into the bar,
eyes bright like a candle,
the figure sat and the server brought him a drink,
but something was amiss,
something big,
one would think.

Suddenly the shadowy figure brought out a gun,
but the vigilant man took action,
swung far and won.
Knocked the weapon right out of his hand,
took the stranger by the neck at the hem of his shirt,
and took him out back before anyone got hurt.

The police came and took the shadow away,
so the man came inside to revel in his victorious day.
The lady in black sauntered off to his side,
the heroic man smirked,
mystery alive.