Empty, lonely Saturday night.

It could be anywhere, Oklahoma City, Austin Texas, Tucson Arizona or Juneau Alaska.
A wet, chilly, windy, lonely Saturday night. Late, in an empty resturant, watching the cars of those "with a life" cruise by.
This was my night, this late night or is it early morning. I dont know anymore, my day was like that. The type of day where you should be sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket, eating hot soup, and watching a movie. The type of day that makes you turn inward, reflecting, analyzing, looking at self from the inside out.
If you think sometimes the mirror is just too honest try a day like today. There is no maid in there, no vacuume to clean up that part of your mind. It's where the skeletons live, the memories, the loneliness.

  Just another cup of coffee then it's back out into the wet, chilly, and windy night. The thoughts are there, the memories hang-on, just another cup coach, the pleasant ones are on the horizon.
The memories of my childrens births, thier childhood, as toddlers, as teens, and now young women with thier own lives, thier own families, thier own future. Pleasant memories all, so why cant I shake the doldrums, my spirit is like the night.
Alone, and lonely on a Saturday night somewhere, could be anywhere, just another guy sitting alone in a four person booth against the back wall in an empty restuarant in some city, somewhere, on a dark, wet, chilly, and windy night.