Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Everyone Writes Poems About Train Stations

At the train station in Chicago
A fat man with a crippled wife
Told me about the woman who sat behind him
And talked about her ex-husband for nineteen hours.
He told the same story to the cashier
In the convenience store as he bought a bag of chips
The cashier laughed and said, “Yeah, I know what she’s talking about.”

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