Standing at the station in Absecon
with a heavy coat over my suit and leather shoes submerged under snow
until concrete. Sing to me –
He says I’m living over city,
all the streetlights glow orange down here and nothing is
taller than the telephone poles.
Neon lights on the white
horse pike. My brother’s here to scoop me up
In the white ford he smashed at Sunoco on the yellow divider poles
the first time he drove it with me
I’m swaying on the platform swigging
an expensive bottle in cheap pants
and red socks with bulldogs wearing Santa hats on em.
This old dog ain’t about to forget
barking up the wrong tree until the cyan sun set
and baked it’s initials into the ozone layer.
Oh, zone out and see me seeing you on the train back home
out the window at night
when black trees block everything but Christmas lights
I’d break the lights in here for some shutters
for some shuteye
Foursome at the lounge later.
Bring Valvoline and as many stuffed animals as you can.
We’re getting freaky.
E&J and cherry coke.
Remember singing in the tunnel?
Remember the acoustics?
The bottle is a jacket, don’t need no koozie.
We need your camera, Cass.