Blue Hatted Man

his hat didn't match his suit
that autumn of golden leaves and rainbows.
his shoes clicked on the pavement like
a woman's high heels on the way to the opera.
we know each other from somewhere.
his tie was a red floral pattern,
his shirt a silky creamy color,
a charcoal grey suit.
he wore shoes with wing tips
I looked up into the blue chilly
sky and understood his need
for his blue knit hat.