Smoking a cigarette you thought would be your last

Smoking a cigarette you thought would be your last Before you arrived, looking up, looking over, eyes downcast The clipped click of your heel on the New York cobble met Uneven, irregular, undulating, in the shining wet Seven for seven thirty, that's what I said Seven forty eight, that's not what I meant But smoking … Continue reading Smoking a cigarette you thought would be your last