Brewster to NYC

On the train again
My iPod shuffle stuck
on “Say Goodbye”
by Beck

and I ride

going to the city
again to hear poets
read their best
at another poetry event

and I ride

I look out the window
As my train glides
down the track
sailing crests of steel

and I ride

packed a poor man’s
lunch in my leather bag
sweet dried cranberries,
juice and garlicky flatbread

and I ride

i munch as we sail
i study a piece
i prepared for
the open mic

and i ride

we pull into GCT
elation consumes
each thread and cord
of my feeling

soon I arrive

walked into the venue
poets already sounding
sweet words on stage
i take my seat

and i ride