The Proposal

The Ring.


We sat in a yellow cab when I gave her
an engagement ring and asked her to
marry me; she said no, and I threw
the ring out of window. The cab howled
to a halt, driver got out found the ring,
which he accepted as payment when we
reached our destination. Met him years
later now a happily married man thanks
to my ring. The woman who refused my
offer is married too, but not to me.
I spend most of my time driving around
New York looking for something I once
dreamed about, but lost in 42nd street, or
was it in 43rd street?