Mike is standing outside in the rain
smoking a dart, trying to lean under cover of a neighbor's back porch
wet streetlight glisten off his glasses
Susan is sitting in her car, parked a block away
the blue light of her phone shines on her face
she is intent, head tilted to one side
Billy is closing up the diner, putting all the chairs onto tables
turning off lights, one at at a time
except the neon sign that says EATS
almost two AM, a single lightbulb in my kitchen flickers
I'm looking out the window of my apartment
I don't have any place to go; everyone I know is asleep
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