two and a half years
worked in Cleveland on the lake
rode a gray commuter train
with season bundled sneezing strangers
looking out windows saw steeples
houses, factories or reading mostly
no one usually saw each other
or an overload of graffiti, i made notes
until train stopped under Macy’s
everyone crush-rushed bulb lit darkness
hung on, up the bouncing escalator
clamored into shopping central
passed the popcorn wagon, could smell it
waited a minute or two, snatches of conversation
caught a bus, the rapid, from the corner
got off on 30th, every day
big city
for this former small town guy
stone, steel, crowds and pretty
oh my
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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2 comments:
I love this. Different continent, but your Cleveland commuter train is right where I am just now.
yeah, when they're finished with em, they throw some paint on 'em and sell 'em.
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