still passenger

the still passenger sits on a train, on the window seat, in the middle of a long car. these are the days when there were drive-in movie theaters dotted across the landscape. at dusk, the images on the screen appear off in the distance. the images presented here are those which are glimpsed, the ones that still her thoughts. the train rolls along. the landscape seems to move, but doesn't. the still passenger sits alone with her snapshots in her mind. she's filling in the spaces.

August 10, 2014

i was always mesmerized by katy's sign in the window. this would be the night
of the miracle of truth. the man did come out of the shadows of the
enormous library and he did abruptly remove his mustache. i did end
up at the three deuces dancing on tabletops. 57th street. 1948.