April 29, 2019

121 Hours

L.A. bound silver track shining
private bedroom suite
close the door 
large tapestry couches 
big window to the world
another drink porter!
DING DING DING DING DING
past the crossing
impatient cars sitting 
their drivers cursing under their breath
red lights flashing back and forth 
black and white gates down
another drink porter!
DING DING DING DING DING
ground rumbles
train horn blasts
seen better days buildings of poor people
tired laundry colored with the same crayola gray
waving hello and goodbye
the mighty Mississippi, hello Mark Twain and riverboat gamblers
patriotic amber waves of grain silent
ranches wild west, indifferent horses to the iron horse
mountains cool and deserts on fire
121 hours out 
L.A. here I am