Tuesday Heartbreak


I wanna be with you when the nighttime comes
I wanna be with you when the daytime comes
I wanna be with you

In New York City, when an unusual crowd surrounds an ordinary building with lights and cameras and noise, it's either a bomb threat or a movie set. The latter can be pretty cool. The former, not so much.

I was walking east on 36th Street, head down against the relentless cold, the wind tugging tears right from my eyes. It's always the left eye that betrays me first — whether from sadness or cold, the left eye is always the one that lets go.

Can it get any colder than this?
Yes, it does get colder than this.

And I was thinking to myself:
How did I get so lucky? How is it that I fell into this job, where I spend my days reading and writing, talking about music and love?

On Madison Avenue, directly across from our office, an unusual crowd surrounded an ordinary building. I wiped the tears from my eyes.

A bomb threat? I wondered.
A movie set?

"Please go around the crowd, people."
"Don't use this sidewalk."
"We gotta move this truck, move this truck!"
"How ya doin', miss? Can I ask you to go around the other way?"
"Get those cables out of the shot."

A movie set. I smiled.

While mismatched coats and scarves and earmuffs took brief pauses from their frigid commutes to look for famous faces, I made my way to the corner of 39th and Madison where the guy in the little, silver truck greets me each morning with a big, happy "Hello, my friend!"

He is the first person I speak to each day, and he always makes me smile. I don't know his name. Our simple relationship is perfect, I imagine. An exchange of pleasant words and other small things, his coffee for my money.

I remember not too long ago when all I really wanted was enough money to buy a cup of coffee each day. I remember walking through Greenpoint with Emily, thinking it would be nice.

"How was your weekend?" I ask the man in the truck.
"Oh, you know, my friend: too short. Always too short."

Although I do not truly sympathize, I fake it with a laugh and a nod. I wonder if this man in his little, silver truck is aware of the movie that is being shot in the space all around us. I wonder if we will be in the movie. I take my coffee and say goodbye, still singing:

Catch up, baby, catch up with my dreams
Maybe, then, I can see you all the time.

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