Scene II
Has me frozen
Like a cat
On cold concrete.
It's so awkward
I wish . . . 
I wish I could leave.
But no,
I must stay.
There, now I've 
Done it --
All eyes are on
Me.
Please,
I'll ask so politely,
Don't listen
To a word I say.
It's so hard
To stand barefoot
In the rain
And try to light this
God-damned cigarette.
I must exit
But I'd really rather
Not go.
And would someone just tell me
Where in the hell
I left my shoes?