Breath hangs in the air
taking it’s time in idle dissipation
before rising to star mottled heavens.
thacka, thacka, thacka, thacka, thacka.
A look around
synchronization of eye lines (even for a second)
and from there
it’s all based on counters.
thacka, thacka, THACKA, THACKA.
Smile replied in counter smile
glance returned in counter glance
(between looks, make sure it’s the same person,
lest things get hairy).
THACKA, THACKA, THACKA.
Courage peeks through waves of doubt
pondering a hi, a hello
a (gasp!) how’s your day been.
But then the red lokomotive
occupies the rail lined chasm.
THACKA, THACKA, THACKA, thacka, thacka, th..ack…a….
And like that she’s gone
and my train ain’t due
for another 20 minutes.
Picture found here: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Haijima_train_station_at_night.jpg
Read a poem by Charles Bukowski (no idea why I waited so long) and figured I’d have a go.