A cobblestone city street
nineteen blocks remaining
peering down the early winter haze
windowlights vanished like embers

I wondered why each person coming by
was like a thought I was forgetting,
two ships passing in the fog
not sure what ghost they had seen
as I looked at the Hudson, the night
falling on a passing ferry
and I started home

Tell me the story again
of the man who spent all his days
wanting for what he already had