The Clown

The clown sits at the bar stool, his white suit standing out against the dimly lit porch. The night air cold against the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine. The clown sits still and watches. He watches the waitress move from one table to the other, hustling to get their orders  in. He watches the older man sit alone with a cigarette in his mouth. He notices the younger couple glaring at him, curious. The waitress comes to his side and asks for his order, maybe some coffee, but he doesn't move. The clown stays still and watches the restraunt. All night he sits by himself in silence.