Not sure what made me wake up at 3:30 in the morning. My eyes were still burning and barely able to see when i walked to the window to look at Broadway. One of the cars going downtown was slower than the others. It was a large Cadillac from the 70’s. The mold colored paint was peeling off everywhere, exposing raw metal in some places. This car probably never saw a garage from the inside. I imagined it being worn out on the inside too. Imagined many decorations, worn out velvet seats, the smell of tabacco still there from 1976.
There was something on the roof of the car. Some strange looking metal objects or something. I do not need glasses yet, but minutes after waking up the intelligence of vision is just not there yet. The car was moving slowly, i had time to fit the shape into something I could expect on the roof of an old car.
It was a walking stick, a cane. A simple old fashioned wooden model with one end bent to be the handle. The driver must have forgotten it there on the roof.
I was somehow not surprised why the car was driving so slowly on the most quiet traffic hour on Broadway.
I wonder what music was on in that car last night.