Not Much Has Changed

Morning fog and too warm for the season
Got out of work late last night
That familiar hollow buzz signaling the need for sleep
Rain and fog and the sound of a distant train horn
The one that used to make me feel saintly
Broke, hungry, thin and going without
Walking through night, fog, stiff wind
Some unrequited love weighing on me
Generally compressed, not crushed flat
Walking

I have a car these days, no longer thin, still broke,
Closer to flat