Coffee and Sinker

I left the corner where I’d stood for a long time waiting for her. She never showed so I went into a late night greasy spoon. There was a table by the front window that was not occupied. I ordered a cup of coffee and sinker to kill time and think. The wind was blowing hard against the glass pane Leaves from trees were rushing down the gutter under street lights. Cars and busses past going somewhere taking people home. I wasn’t going home tonight because I had no home. I rented an apartment with a bed and an old icebox. The pan that caught the ice dripping always needed emptying. It would run over tonight because I wasn’t going to that room. My clothes were there and that was all I had left.