The bag man

Today I saw a man sleeping on the sidewalk. He was tucked away in a doorway, off to the side and hardly noticeable. He was dirty and tired and just wanted to be left alone, or perhaps a dollar if you had one to spare. No one did.
Plastic bags, like the one groceries usually come in, were piled high around him. Some of them held belongings: a blanket with large holes in it, a windbreaker jacket, four left shoes and two right. The other bags just held more bags. As he slept, he rested his head gently on his bags and tried his best to cover himself with the others. He wanted to be invisible.
After a while, a man came out of the building where the bag man slept. He wore a nice, pin striped, navy suit and and expensive looking shoes. He walked over to the bag man, gently nudged him with his shoe and said, "Get up. You can't sleep here. Come on, get up." The bag man didn't move. He laid perfectly still in hopes that the man in the suit would go away. Again, the man in the suit kicked him.
"HEY!" he shouted, "GET UP! LEAVE OR I'LL CALL THE COPS." At this, the bag man stirred. He slowly lifted his head, peered at the man in the suit through sleepy eyes, and slowly rolled over onto his knees. He started to collect his bags and carefully placed them over his shoulder. The man in the suit stood by impatiently tapping his foot.
"Come on. Get your trash and get out of here." said the man in the suit, checking his watch for the third time. The bag man continued to slowly pick up his bags and place them over his shoulder. Once he had collected them all and they hung about him like elegant drapes on a large window, he shuffled away. The man with his suit caught my eye as he turned to go back inside. "Some people," he said, "just need to get a job."
I looked at him and shook my head, " He does have a real job." I pointed to where the bag man had stopped and was now loading his bags into a green recycling bin. "He's picking up after you." The man in the suit scoffed and hurried inside.