we sat in Madison Square Park…looking at pigeons…dogs…people…Chester Arthur…questions asked…just questions…

how’d you end-up in Manhattan on Sunday’s eve… nothing to show…i did not answer…could not answer…

what’re you waiting-for…this life in peril…action needed…do something…i had no response…sat in silence…listening to Kathleen’s Theme…

is that all you’re going to do…have you given-up…my smile broadened… cried and cried and cried…piano keys played and a sax sung…Eddie Harris was at it again…

strange man…just strange…i responded within…yes…yes…it is strange to be at peace…how dare i…how dare…

and i looked at pigeons…people…dogs… Chester Arthur…

i was happy… happy…next song please…