last night.

4:35 express.
to flatbush ave.
delayed 10 mins.

thinking about radio waves.
passing through my body.
and
if i would feel differently,
if i were in Glacier National Park.

connection at Jamaica.
and
sonic the hedgehog guy
won't leave me alone.

flatbush ave madhouse.
tap on the shoulder.
and
replacement umbrella.
and
i am happy.
so happy to be found.

through the hustle and bustle.
onto the D.
to Broadway Lafayette.

past Nolita House.
and
the Bowery Poetry Club.
and
risque billboards.

chickpea
and
a chilly Moon movie.
no gummy bears.

down Chrystie.
to Grand.
just like the night
at the Bowery Ballroom.

no seats on the train.
and
the stairs will be closed
for a month.

walk walk walk.
down President.
and
up stairs.

missed trains.
and
late night bagels.
and
a long walk.

singing bonnie raitt.