He has been
longing for a cup a coffee. A cup of coffee to wake him up that dark, rainy morning. He lit another cigarette
without putting out the one in his hand and he found himself with two lit
cigarettes staring in the distance.
"What can I get you?" He startled
but kept staring in the distance. There was something about other people's eyes
that made him feel uncomfortable. "Coffee. Black. Please." The
waitress went away. He was safe again. He went on smoking. There were so many things
to worry about, so many things to consider. He saw the waitress approaching.
Finally. He was going to have his coffee.
A clumsy move later and his precious coffee
along with the water in the tray put out his cigarette. And there his was
that dark, rainy morning. Without a
cigarette, without coffee,staring in the distance.