Gravel crunches as I pull into an almost empty parking lot Cut the engine, watch it shudder a weak protest Slump back in the torn leather seat And light a cigarette Eyes jumping to and from the few scattered cars Like an old detective film Make sure the coast is clear Office door creaks open…

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