Work Ethic and I are at a crowded Penn Station
standing in front of the Big Board,
waiting for our track to flash.
A few move up - Boston, Trenton -
but the crowd doesn’t move.
They are all waiting for our train and it’s late.
W.E. kills the time
by pretending he’s an alien
taking reconnaissance notes.
They are upright with pink epidermis, one head, and two legs.
Left appendages pull fairly large black box-like tails on wheels
and the right pushes small black boxes to the side of the head.
Only a very few have had these tails removed and almost all talk to themselves.
Finally – Washington: track 15 –
and the bustle starts to the escalator.
We rush a bit to stand and wait,
but now we are focused,
we all know where we’re going.
I lose W.E. in the crowd and think
about his surveillant scribble.
All seem motivated by some God-like force to flee
at the same time,
but move poorly as a unit like a funnel full of
I’m not worried, he gets lost quite often
but always resurfaces.
He’s fun to hang with and doesn’t drink much.
He travels light and takes good notes.
Copyright © Craig Kirchner | Year Posted 2020
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