Jason Rhoades

On the Train from New York

Overcast skies
hang down lazily
above the city
The New Haven line
creeks and lumbers along the tracks
past old tenements
and then characterless projects
Beads of water collect
and trace patterns down the windows

The Russian girl sitting behind me
has on a turquoise necklace
When she speaks
her words carry out
into the grey rainy morning
like a song

{Poem by Jason Rhoades}