I waited 30 secs. for something to happen – then realized nothing ever would.
Not sitting on a park bench or in a railway station, a briefcase not in my hand.
I did not own a trench coat or a hat.
I was not looking down at the pavement.
I didn’t smoke.
A group of men made music.
They had no instruments.
They did not sing.
They walked and talked on their cell phones.
It was bad music.