flattened cigarette pack

i stand by the window. the old Ford is leaking again. it leaves a thick black stain on the cracked concrete right by the empty trash cans. the autumn rain starts coming down. it hits the grease and turns purple and green. i drink my cold coffee. the landlord will bitch about the mess. the water pushes the slick down the driveway. it flows out into the street over a flattened cigarette pack.