bus ride

It's annoying. Loud music, too many people, buses, cars, shouting, and a man sitting in the street.
A man sitting in the middle of the street, while all the above passed him by. So did I. I could not see his face. His legs spread before him, and his head drooping above his bent back, was covered. For a moment, i thought he was dead.
I asked myself. Is this sight here so ordinary that everyone is acting like it's not happening? Am I missing something here?
I moved on. Then i stopped short. I turned. I watched him, despite the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach. Are you dead? I said. His body twitched, and he lifted his head a little. That was all I needed. I turned again, for I had a bus to catch. And so did everyone else. And maybe him, as well.