Central Park Blues

Nina Simone is one of my best friends.
I listen to her when I feel general emptiness/ sadness or waiting when it comes to my love life. Nina Simone is for the real thing, she's not for the stupid two-month crushes, or the stupider dates, or any of the daily crap.
She's for a ghost in daydreams, like that one I had when we were sitting in the old bar listening to classics. There was this Tom Jones song, or one that sounded like a Louis Armstrong song...and there I was dreaming. I was in that space in the middle using it a dance-floor and M. Charming ,who is actually a very real person, dancing slowly. He's real not because he exists, he's real because he makes sense in every single way there is.
Sometimes he's here, sometimes he's not. Sometimes I miss him, sometimes I'm happy that he's giving me time alone.
And I realize that he's not like any man I ever knew before, they're all less real. They all have drama attached to their lives, attached to their very person. They cheat and cry, they run away, and they come back. They make much less sense than him. He's just stable, he has harmony... and it makes me feel a general peace.
Sometimes this general peace is sad because in moments of elevation I realize he's not going to be here any soon. He's different because I love him, long before I need him. He loves me long before he needs me.
For all we know, this might all be a dream. Nina Simone, I love you :]