Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Words. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

The Train to Hyannis


[Above] Toy Camera Images: The Train to Hyannis. Cape Cod, Massachusetts

The Train to Hyannis.
The woman in seat 15a is wearing too much rouge and not enough eyeliner. She clutches a souvenir photo of herself in front of some monument. She nods off to the frequency transmitted up through the floor by the contact of steel wheels rolling over steel rails. A frequency that lulls those at the end of a long day of sight seeing into neutral buoyancy. The bartender is serving drinks from behind a plywood bar lit by strings of Christmas lights. He pours perfectly as the train moves while listening to the war stories of one of his star customers. He is a master of his craft.

At 25 miles per hour, the backs of buildings and cranberry bogs pass by slow enough to take in all the details. At each railroad crossing, people in cars stare back at the train. Hundreds of people locked in a thousand yard stare, waiting for the light to turn green and the gates to lift. As we clunk to a stop at Hyannis station, there is a spontaneous round of applause. The clapping seems out of place. I don't clap. The conductor prepares for the late afternoon run. This time of day is always the busiest because of the sunset crowd. The bartender counts his tips and unplugs the Christmas lights. And the woman in 15a is awake. She applies more rouge and heads out into the afternoon heat still clutching the photo in the paper frame.


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Thursday, May 14, 2009

Provincetown, 5:38AM

I found a piece of yellow paper
Folded into quarters
And tucked into an old notebook
A note from the recent past

Written on August 22, 2007
On a scrap from a mini legal pad. probably in my car sitting on McMillian wharf.

Ghosts in culinary white cotton
Bake Portuguese bread at
5.38 in the morning.

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Only as Strong as the Signal

You check the news
From the outer world
Signals travel through fog
Finding the end of an aerial
At the top of the Corning
Not exactly a one in a million shot
But still impressive from over the horizon
Low clouds draw halos around aircraft warning beacons
Red at six seconds

The television stations
All went off the air 40 minutes ago
A tinny national anthem soundtrack
To film of Mount Rushmore
Fighters drawing contrails
And the American flag in front of fireworks
12 seconds of test pattern
And then nothing until
The white noise of static
The day ends
Only as strong as the signal

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