BOARDING TIME
Slingshot the darling pantomime.
What else can we say? Everything
silent runs in double time. Beneath
the pictures, the organ will play.
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In old flickering black and white,
three men are boarding the train :
I wonder, are they magi, or some wise
men of old, taking the train to points
untold. And anyhow, who reads the
schedule on adventures like this.
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Organ guy, still playing his tune, I notice,
does grunt and grown. Not understanding
why, I think of some rock guitarist hooting
and hollering beneath the sullen
doom of his instrument.
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