Waiting

You can see him there, standing, waiting. He never gets his eyes off the road and no one even knows what or whom he has been awaiting. Should you go talk to him, he will impossibly tell you of his business there, at the road. Yet it is not to be ignored, you can see the waiting clearly written all over his face, in his dark eyes.
You would better take some water with you for that is what he demands most; he never seems to really quench his thirst. The road has all his attention to itself. He never misses an event, even no pedestrian or a driver for that matter. Should he want to, he can provide you with correct and precise answer on every meaningless detail.

Do not forget water! 
I guess it is just the essence of every road…