...on the train

funny thing about the train.

hell

funny thing about mass transit

is

when you really need to get there,

sometimes, it's there for you

at least it was tonight.

the bastard feels discouraged because of the bike but, not as discouraged if the rest of the trip home was.

I remember once when iwas trying to take a nap on grandpa's boat, he repeated to me over and over again,

"rocked in the cradle of the deep. rocked in the cradle of the deep"

the bastard misses him at the damndest times

rocked in the cradle of the rails.

clack.

clack.

clack.

that's something at least.

—the bastard