cold and annoyed

as i sit

in the Chinese restaurant

sipping

won ton soup,

empty

except for me

and the waitress

and the cook

behind

the glass,

i stare at my phone

trying

to get an update on

when the power

might go back on at home.

i guess

i could sleep in my

car tonight,

or get a room

at the Holiday Inn

down the road.

maybe Betty has room,

if she'll

take my call,

but i miss home.

i miss

heat and lights,

the internet.

the burners on the stove.

i miss the sound of 

the furnace cranking away

with warm air.

twelve hours

so far.

maybe tomorrow

civilization will return.