So Perfect

I'm listening to New York City Serenade and thinking how cool it would be to be the only person in Riverside Park looking across the water.
Perhaps with a cigarette in my hand.
I walk along alone in the dark.
My mind completely focused on nothing but the quiet filling my brain.
Somewhere in the distance is the rumble of a car cruising up the West Side Highway.
But otherwise silence.

Maybe I sit on a bench and take a sip from my coffee.
Then a drag of my Marlboro, exhale and sigh.
Wait for the lights to come up.
Sounds so perfect.