please leave

I find that there are few greater pleasures in life,
   than a hot coffee and a cigarette, smoked out of a window.
With pixies on vinyl,
    you watch the smoke sail away
         and follow the sky, a subtle grey.
With breaks of a hue, bright blue
     and no one to ask about your day.
I find that there is nothing more pretentious than these thoughts.
My socks are vintage, did you know?