watching an innocent pair
of autumn stained clock
hands turn
and hearing the traffic
in the street without
looking at anything
new york you are in
my mind and outside of me
trying to get in
going for a walk
taking a break from mute
white pages
soon it may snow a
new white that will conquer
all the gray
a few flakes will defy
gravity like living forever
over the facades of w 43rd street
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To Bill Evans, playing "Some Other Time"
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