His Empire Lies at the Corner
He sits/stands/presides upon a worn/cracked/battered throne/stool/benches, a crown/hat/necklace marking him as the king/boss/leader. His eyes, deep/piercing/shadowy, scan the crowd/street/area with an air of command/authority/ownership. He knows every face, every story, every secret/deal/transaction that unfolds on this concrete/paved/dusty stretch