Union Station-
Asleep in each other's arms
on the steam grate
Northeast Direct-
The loudest thoughts
in the Quiet Car
Check Out time-
Even the geese head towards
Absecon
Cafe Car-
More mustard in the mustache
than the mouth
Full moon-
Dotting
the smokestack's eye
Typewriter Blues-
Only the empty clacks
Of boxcars
Penn Station-
An exquisite hand
on a column
30th St. Station-
A pretzel with mustard
and diesel smoke
Two Trains Running-
She puts her boyfriend on hold
for her husband
Desert stones-
The face of the small boy
Crossing them
Dunn mistrial-
What might be a shotgun
In the distance
Light flurries-
The salt clumps
in the shaker
Valentines Day-
Saving the last Kiss
for morning
February night-
A heart shaped crater
on the Moon
Two clouds-
Her arm in his
Snake Eyes-
The Pit Boss scans
The rail
Wind gust-
My Funnel Cake in
a Sea Gull's beak
And until next we meet, may all your potatoes be sweet (and dusted with cinnamon.)
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