I fell in and out of imaginary love driving past 66th Street and Fifth Avenue. She was wearing jeans with a black hat, waiting for the light to change. She looked at me and we locked eyes. Just a moment really, but it seemed longer.
I dunno why, but I thew her a wink and she burst out laughing. So she blew me a kiss and waved as she crossed the street. I laughed by myself in my car. For a moment I thought about calling out to her but then I figured, why ruin a perfectly good moment?
The light changed anyway, as it always does so she and I blended back into the 8.2. Maybe it was her again - I still have her heart.
It's finally Friday. I'm still sick but I think I'm good enough to have some red rum and daydream about Her and what might've been.
Music: We'd spend our days travelin'