Outside The Egyptian
The 49 had come and gone and still she leaned up against the cold brick of the Egyptian, what bus was she waiting on? The midnight hour was quickly burning itself out like a disregarded cigarette butt with the owner hurrying across the street while it smoldered down to the filter.
And now she stood at the edge of the broken curb looking up the street, looking at the taillights of the bus that just pulled away. If she missed her bus I couldn't tell because she showed no emotion. Then there was that couple smoking cigarettes, those two in the alley just behind the bus stop woman. Why was he dressed like something from a 1940's diner scene painting? His trench coat, slacks and shoes were all complimented by the plume of smoke swirling around him as he inhaled nicotine and exhaled character.
Who are these people and why are they standing on a sidewalk and down an alley at 12:30 on a cold night in early December? Why am I standing here?