PAIN IN RAIN ON DARK TRAIN:
Rain rhythms, bird rhythms, pounding head rhythms, body doing
twists & turns, rebels at the thought of catching trains.
The Emerald City calls, offering bits & pieces for a boy on tour.
What-nots & do-da’s, stuff to stick in travel bags for emergences
& unforeseens. Get you hair cut boy, walk the streets for poetry,
draft of a book hot in your pocket, written for months, fat stick
file in your jeans, pleased to see me? Body wants to go to sleep,
drift, stay home. Head’s got ideas & deadlines to meet, I’m going
with the head, see how long it lasts, get your waterproofs on.