Open boxcars men failed at chance broken families seasons to forget miles separate the pain turned up collars faded jeans empty pockets soft eyes yesterdays meal from garbage cans behind a diner at a river town   bayous and bridges sand and deserts push on engines running hot grease and creosote luck long gone past … More RUNNING AWAY



The streets are me broken chains of thought in the company of whistles and horns a subway below sidewalks of people fishing for space between crosswalks while a guitar and sax play songs for quarters and dimes all beneath a sun and clouds forming shade and shadows as the engine is motion  


The river has a voice, secured within the constant flow as it passes the factory.   It remembers the first block set as the cornerstone.  The steam from engines great and small. The windows and chimneys. The bricks and grease.   ….and the men wearing overalls sweating over iron, the gold for cities rising into … More STILL THERE