Overheard in front of the coffee shop:

A scruffy but ebullient guy walks up to two young women who are smoking. “Hey! Might I trouble one of you for a cigarette?” he says.

“Sure,” says one of them.

He takes it and lights it in one smooth motion. After he’s savored it for a drag, he says to them: “I don’t suppose I could stay at your place tonight, could I?”

They decline, but far from freaking them out, he actually ends up charming them for a few minutes by conducting his side of the conversation in spontaneous rhyme. After they leave he sits down and keeps the rhymes up in monologue.

For all I know he’s rhyming still . . .