A nervous finger drawing pictures in the syrup left on a plate , a long drag off a Marlboro , a cold stare for traffic , heavy exhaust , frosted glass . Polite chat with my waitress , chef nods in my direction with a quick smile , she tops off my coffee . On foot again . Southbound down Hwy. 42  , morning paper under my arm , brand new gloves , scarf , sock cap , cigarette dangling from my mouth . No cell phone or place to be .. Returning to my sanctuary , a two room bed and bath by the railroad tracks . A bit of clarity and civility directed toward anyone I should pass , prior to arriving home and morning meds !