One Day i will live in New York

and sit on my stoop all summer long

wearing a bikini and a sombrero

I will wear channel glasses with a canvas bag

and drink martinis even though i dislike gin

i will write a meaningless column in a meaningless paper

earning money that will be spent on even more meaningless goods

i will be a complete cynic about love

and laugh at the couples that hold hands and fondle in public

and years later ill realise that thats what i wanted all along

the sounds of ice-cream vans and smell of cigarette smoke with the humid new york summer air

one day.