Friday, September 1, 2017

9901. CATCHING A TRAIN TO BALTIMORE

CATCHING A TRAIN 
TO BALTIMORE
I'm going down there sober, but getting
drunk first; drinking red wine from this
platform railing. That way I can look 
over the crowd I'll be traveling with  -  
pick out the killers and creeps. Oh
how I hate to be stuck in a railcar
with someone I loath.
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The first year I did this it was some guy
named Poe. A jerk. Said he'd invented 
poetry, but no one would know. I scoffed, 
and said nothing back  -  just two rhyming
grunts, to which he replied, 'Nice work!'

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