Edward Hopper Inspiration: Confusing Cafe

It was so confusing here. With the seaside breeze blowing in from the west bringing with it the smell of fish and cheap cigarettes. The women here were scandalous, obviously chilly with the European September gusts, but it was far more than worth it for them to show the skin and fake contentment. They held a sadness in their eyes covered by blotchy thick makeup, which complicated things because it made the sadness stand singular compared to the happiness of greedy men surrounding them. The men, a lot of greedy fisherman who stopped at port for a bite of more then just food. All around you could see the shimmer of a couple gold coins slide across a table, catching the look of despair in the ladies eyes as she grabbed the coins and said "yes". The greedy fishermen and occasional townsmen were wearing their best, which was not the finest, but the best available, for ironically enough, the best available company. I turned to face east and saw a man in a white clown costume. He was a little tattered and with good vision, one could see the stubble starting to peep through on his chin past the white powder. He spoke very seriously with two other men while lighting one up. It felt awful to see so much wrong here, a place of sin for sure. Anywhere a clown is this serious, it can not be a good place. A waitress passed by, giving me a knowledge look. She knew that some women here weren't going to make it through the night. She knew how aggressive men could be and knew what kind of place this was. She looked strong though, experienced, and confident but unhappy. She was the only other spirit in this god awful restaurant, that knew.
She stopped by, "more water?" I pushed my glass towards the end and dipped my head down slightly. She grabbed it and poured the water in, routinely.
"Thank you." I responded. She walked off to go do something, maybe something with her life. But probably not, because money was so necessary in todays new world. I pulled all the cash I had in my pocket out and also what was in my coat pocket and left it on the table. Left to be interpreted however it was meant to be. Taking one last sip of my water, I pushed my chair in and walked out.