My spoon tinkles
and finds sanctity in the mug.
I toss a dollar to the waitress

and smile at her on my way out.
Nothing.
Nothing but the blank face
I always get from that *****.
I don't know why I bother

going back to that place.
As I leave, I hurt a little
and realise that
it's the only home I have.

What a ******* sorry state of affairs.
I leave the diner and turn up my collar.
The rain spots my glasses
but I'm not sure if I care.

**** could be a lot worse.