nighTrain

cops on horseback

while waiting for motorcycles

shoot at pick ups speeding by,

then salute a speeding nightrane

off celebrating some birthday dawn,

another pissed off fleeting mystified existence

incense cutters appear

wherever beansprouts and granola are served

to us glassboot heroes,

hipsters looking for a free pass

to climb aboard the onetime nightrane,

falling down a mountain

inside a funky wind

bound for the cosmic swamp

and along the rail

sounds in the night become clear to any hearer,

echoes reappear in exact accordance with their original idea of appearing at all,

busting down some barricades,

satisfying the need to stretch out,

try and make it to the proverbial other side,

for fortunes or worse

somewhere 100 miles back

a piano needed tuning,

dotted keys displayed a honkytonk repetition of early songs,

and were they played now

there would be no beginning

no end,

only gentle footsteps

tapping on the archipelago stairs,

step by step,

movin on down the nightrane track

8/17/74

Bisbee