Film Noir

It's been a while; I took a beer from the bar and sat in a booth which obscured the view, the world and myself. I wanted to be a young man needing a young woman, but the head of the pint soaked my mind into a quickly foaming reality that I had to watch go flat. I kind of slouched in the seat, a tired-eyed server asked me "if I was Okay”? I dry mouthed a thin-lipped grin, she looked away, maybe she was avoiding a sight in my sore eyes. I ordered fries, to change the subject or distract - not sure which. It was dark by then my reflection in a window was too much to comprehend. Slowly I drained the bottom of the glass of any further meaning. I felt better. The fries had not yet arrived, maybe they never did. I eased myself out of one empty space to enter another. I had to try to walk away from an old movie in my head.