Uptown
[dream about / letter to Billy Joel] I took your parking space. Hanging out of your truck window, [drooping] eyes looking down on me, through me - a half smile, that cutting accent. You didn't ask me to leave, you just wanted me to know... .... We went all over. Up the stairs of a skyrise, with people waiting in line for something, staring at us as we bounded past, joking about... ............ You know who this is, don't you? I asked Joe, who looked like Vince Vaughn except for his face... .......... I'm not much of a writer, but I dabble in it. Storytelling for kids and family. Nobody gets it, really. But you do. Because that's really what you are, only you've got the gift. And it doesn't matter that people don't get you, because they think they do, and they feel enough to know, even though they rarely get to the heart of it. ............. She wasn't there, but she could have been. It was that perfect... and that fleeting.