Trains

The bench is hard, my hands are stiff Electric light is in the air More Departures and Arrivals Of which my eyes are unaware A stinging cold clings to my toes As I read that you are late I notice that there are white caps On the trains – and still – I wait – But if it wasn’t for your face I would go back to my retreat If it wasn’t for your smile I would go home and warm my feet

In the Meantime

AA impressed me much and always marched ahead AL gave me hope and later struck me dead CS, too often far away, was real at last DJ and me, we drank ourselves into the past FU was a sweetheart and a guiding light GR helped me puke my soul into the night GS was on his knees and played on my guitar JS – a faithful, lovely friend – still raised the bar MK and me shared space and sounds and visions MW meant many cups of coffee and decisions OK – one of the most stellar guys in town RR did not deserve to feel so down RS proved that warmth and passion need some friction RU experienced both freedom and restriction SS survived so many odysseys with me ST taught me some responsibility