By late afternoon

I felt it might snow.

The crisp chill air

that breathed silently in Central Park

became sullen

as the

drop in temperature caused

a fed-up call girl

to smirk at me

and turn a cold shoulder

at my faded glory park bench

companion and I.

Studiously ignoring each other,

he in the middle

of humming a tune, repeatedly to

himself

as random messages and inspiration

were pulled from the ether