a cold night and a bottle of wine

sitting alone
smoking my cheap cigarettes
chugging coffee
waiting for death
or a stranger to walk through
my door to drag me
out into the cold night

rent is due today
which means it's late
i'm down to half a roll of
toilet paper i stole from work
and one can of food for my cat

but i have my solitude-
my coffee-
my cigarettes-
and there's music
there's always music-
even when the cupboards are bare and
the cold wind seeps into my soul
there's music

and wine
a bottle of wine is sitting alone
in my room - calling to me
so there's that-
i should have no needs beyond that