Sunday, December 27, 2015

7632. HOPPING TO BROWNTOWN

HOPPING TO BROWNTOWN
If this isn't the local, I'm on
the wrong train, oh sinister 
one from forever. Come, then
make me a package to go.
-
I have come from afar to stare 
at the water. Cold Springs has
many places like this? Those 
people, still dining? They've
been there already for hours.
-
It's nice and all, yes. And I've 
been here in all sorts of weather. 
Once when the Hudson was 
frozen like a table, huge slabs
of ice in the middle just
frozen in place. 
-
If there's any ghost around these
parts, it's the ghost of myself.
All this coming and going
has just driven me nuts.

No comments: