he’d been in a scrap
in the parking lot
but he only had
ten or twelve beers
a few shots of schnapps
wasn’t looking for trouble
it found him
so that couldn’t
have been the reason
now in same parking lot
freshly resurfaced
fragrance like train
across the street
salvation army lady
rings bell
shut his eyes
imagination rules
randolph street station
catching the 4:58 home
outside coach window
rain coming down
umbrellas going up
long long ago
