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 … More RAIL YARD
The waitress dropped her pencil onto the floor where it comfortably saddled up next to an abandoned French fry at the base of a full counter where men of labor ate like starving horses and business men sipped hot tea and ladies used their napkins, all under foggy stained lights as the crowd spoke loud … More WARM FOOD
The sight of day vanishes as if cut. Underground tremors release into tunnels creating monster echoes. The train becomes absorbed in an ocean of dark air. Doors fling open. Warm gaseous fumes slap morning faces. The platform fills with legs and shoes and eyes looking down; children are still home in bed. The … More ARRIVING
His shoulders sat strong with moving, powering forward claiming the path cut for him with serious eyes. Arms found comfort with swaying, claiming the air like long lazy summer strides reaching into dusk. Suspicion hung curtain thick on his blue well worn shirt from faces seeking questions. Through the crowd past open fires where … More A MAN WALKING
A thickness of quiet pulled the air into slow where it begged to be filled. A big muddy of thoughts spread over the crowd, like the water they were; wet collars, sweaty palms. A low tide of moving hands struck a line of strings, releasing songs too heavy for corners, to bright to hide. … More A LINE OF STRINGS
A cloudburst of eyes and thoughts jump from mental elevators to the tongue, releasing words from the king of hearts. A cattle stampede of cabs hustle into position for the bullfight over a dollar; the language of hurry fills the street. Smooth bright jazzy sounds flow like warm mercury from a bar. Smoky … More CAFFEINE DAY
There was an upsetting of the scene, a sense of turnabout with only one way being right. He was a Good Samaritan, extending the soul of intent, like air itself, a necessity, but not always appreciated. He’s determined to write down the deeds so given, the smiles dispensed, the nods of hello, but … More THE GOOD SAMARITAN
Roads are scars between mountains; oaths for angels without wings. Strangers welcome the curves with shadows and the gray of dusks coverings. Gas stations close at six. Stay in the car with the windows rolled up. Hitchhikers have no place to go. There’s a riddle between each town hidden under a rock. Headlights … More RACING TRAINS
It was a cloudy vision, a river of hands flowing thick, reaching franticly for treasures but coming up empty as they tumbled like stones, never resting, bumping into and falling over as the force moves into crowded silence past towns and under weary bridges where a cloudburst of muddied hands swim in an apocalypse of … More MY DREAM
The dirt of jazz roams like roads under his skin. He feels the change of his blood to hot. Listeners drip words from warm whiskey. High collars and smooth talk rolls off chairs of night wisdom. Eyes breathe in an appetite of full. A piano dresses the air with diamonds. Voices long like ribbons pull … More CONTROL
Roger Singer 