Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

nearing cleveland

lots are cast
as gods look north

the knowing stones
falling gently
at the tip of your boots

suitcase packed
with bourbon from the south
poetry from the west
and spices from the far east

ticket purchased from the station agent
beneath a humming red sign reading
endings and beginnings

my overcoat senses life will never be the same
after boarding the train

as i hurry down the platform accordingly

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