Coffee brewed with morning aroma

in the apartment overlooking the rail yard.

Between curtains, curious fingers open a space

for wandering eyes.

Men with hats and stained overalls oil the

smoking metal beats. A tower switchman yells from

a window to ears thinking of lunch.

A dog runs over the twisting tracks, its tail

tucked between nervous legs, chased by a greasy hand

and a wrench.

Two boy’s point at cars connecting for a journey.


A phone rings.   He steps from the curtains. He sits,

drinking his coffee as it warms him.


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