Under the night sky

[busker]

Under the night sky that embraces a
Sleepy, ancient city, an old man sits,
pondering another pretty, wasted night.
As usual, some cats come to him.
One jumps on the bench, while some sit around.


Briefly, he looks up at me passing him by,
but then he looks down, and we both go back
to living our own very distinct lives.

It’s a nice slice of life poem
I think it would read better sans the double adjective in L2. And both sleepy and ancient are lazy adjectives, almost cliches.
The ending is somewhat flat. There isn’t enough of a buildup of the old man’s world for the ending to be the sort of epiphany that you were probably aiming for.