Jack Polanski

the man sips his coffee
puts the mug on the table
sits back
sucks his teeth
gets up and moves toward the kitchen
he grabs the bottle of blackberry whiskey
dumps returns to the couch
leans over and dumps some into his coffee
sets down the bottle
takes a sip of coffee
smiles a bit
then stretches his arms

he grabs the morning paper off the table
opens it
reads some bushwa about political mayhem
tosses the paper to the floor
there's a knock at his door
looks over
gets up
answers it
it's the police
JACK POLANSKI?
yeah.
COME WITH US.
for what?
TO ANSWER A FEW QUESTIONS.
about what, pig?
MURDER.

Jack returns to his couch
grabs his coffee
downs it
tastes the sweet whiskey
then turns to the police

alright let's go.
PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR BACK PLEASE.

they cuff him
escort him out.
empty coffee mug sits on the table
the last taste of whiskey in his mouth