Being Sneaky

I sat across from this man on the subway the other day and he is what I see when I think urban cowboy. The faded jeans and worn suede jacket go perfectly with reading glasses and a copy of the New Yorker. People like him make me wonder if they know that they look great, if they would even be flattered, or if had he known I was taking his picture he would have glared at me with as much disdain as he did with those damn kids listening to their loud rap music.