Sitting on a bench that is

  some shade of red.

Burgundy.

Knees jerk while the rest of the body

  quietly shivers.

Another long night closing at the store,

which is to be followed by a long night

of assignments

  and a noise dormmate.

Waiting. The Bus is coming soon.

One is, anyway. Some Bus.

A crossfaded hangover (and a little W&B).

This body has been in worse condition.

The curb makes for a 

  sharp drop down to the road.

Going home soon to smoke a bowl.

Things are good now.

Same locations but

different places.