Bohemian in Vegas

I don't know this dude's story, but there's something about this sharp-dressed fellow I passed at the quiet crack of noon along the Strip in Las Vegas. Two watches, amethyst rings, a Blues man's suit and a rocker's haircut. A snakeskin valise and cunning leather sneakers. On his knee, the crumbs of an ill-considered breakfast, and beside him, what looks like a CD in a paper envelope. Whatever his story is, it surely ain't a trifle.