strumming a guitar- cold morning in the subway tunnel
even so, Hello winter, I’ve missed you
I got aboard the 11:15 headed for south bend
to see what’s left of the family
catchup with a few formerly close friends
Looking at the world through dirty train windows
south bend was the last stop
so I pulled the knit over my eyes and slept
most of the way, waking only when
the station announcements were made
I devised that I was an up and coming writer
having been published in several Chicago
underground magazines which was partially true
and that I had done some art shows
which I had done- few and far between
but I wouldn’t mention the few and far between part
I would make it sound like I was on the way up
if you tell a lie often enough, many times
it becomes the truth
at least in your own mind and often in the minds of others too
we pulled into the last stop
I got off to an eerily empty platform
with no one waiting to greet me
(they had gotten the time I was arriving wrong)
so since it was only a couple miles to my sister’s
house
I started walking there stopping only
to warm myself at a local pub for a spell
then continued until at last I was there
with a backpack full of made-up stories of glories
