On the 7:07 express to Stamford,
local to New Haven, I'm listening
to a debate about creative naming
in the seventies and early eighties
by parents presumed to be named
Tom and Mary and George.
I answered the question
which way does this train go?
with a point, rather than the obvious
well, not in the direction
of the stairs you just walked down.
Another story, about a schoolgirl,
punctuated by
nobody likes me
everybody hates me
nobody likes me
everybody hates me
concludes with I don't know
what do do, she needs
a lot of help.
Something happened in the toilet:
I ain't got not choice
but to address it.
Mighty early for such messes.
Reading the poems of Mary Oliver
and Patti Smith, I look like
I stumbled from bed to this train,
because that's just what I did.
Attempting to exude hipster cool
with my jeans and pashmina,
tousled hair and notebook scribbling,
obviously I live the life
of late nights, jazz clubs,
and hotel rooms.
Eh, it's only me. Work is done.
I'll be home for lunch.
2.11.2012
metro north
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broad smiles,... :)
ReplyDeleteI love it! Love the hipster cool........I would so love to go for a train ride!
ReplyDeleteAs I recall, that hipster cool wasn't always as exotic as I'd imagined it. Captures well Patti's stream of consciousness, word association type poetry.
ReplyDeleteI like the way the radio show and the persona's thoughts seem to echo the rumbling sound of a train down the tracks.
ReplyDeleteIt seems Patti Smith inspired a generation of young poets to the 'hipster cool' lifestyle. I'm glad she did.
ReplyDeleteall good, right?
ReplyDeleteI stumbled from bed to this train,
ReplyDeletebecause that's just what I did.
Attempting to exude hipster cool
Oh, that is a great description of her appearance.
right on! :)
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