Dreamed the whole city was one corner

I'm setting up on my usual spot but every street leads back to it — same scuffed paving stone, same lamppost with the flickering bulb, same old guy who never drops change but always nods in time. I start playing and the entire city hums along, buildings swaying like they're waiting for the chorus. Then I look down and my guitar case is full of river water, not coins, and somehow that seems right.