taking
my car to a garage to get the cracked
windshield
fixed.
the flat roofed brick
building was in a nearly
abandoned
strip mall
in Woodbridge.
it was raining, dark, dreary,
the whole
horror
show climate
was at hand.
i parked the car, gave
an old man
with bleary blue eyes
my keys and started walking
for what
seemed like
miles until i found a diner
to eat
breakfast in and drink
coffee.
i don't think i've ever felt
that alone
in my life.
sitting there, staring out
the greasy window
at the ocean of nothing,
nothing but
a concrete parking lot,
vacant,
empty of cars, of people,
of sunlight.
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