Sinking In
you don’t think I can get myself out of this
the guy cradles his phone against his ear
eyes dart around gaze settles tabletop
you don’t think
breaks off the sentence
well how about Saturday or Sunday
pauses
spells out his name
listens
sips his coffee
gazing at the table’s scarred surface
not seeing it
because he does not think he can get himself out of this
9/19/19
Claudia McGill Writes Poetry, Did You Know That? 
I imagined a 1960s black and white scene. I think he was one of those down and out guys from The Twilight Zone. He must have been on a landline though.😀
I think this sounds like one of your spy stories, when you set it in this context, I like it.
It’s funny how sometimes one just gets these visuals. 😀