A-Train

Sun-nymphs pelt Indian summer giggles
Across heavy-laden backs of unsuspecting breadline drones
Trails of tears meandering throughout bleak wilderness char
Methuselah
Spark amongst the river Lemming
Chuckles at these shifting pious--
Whose shaky vice-grip nubs clutch on to hand-me-down ceramic Dixie
cups
He knows the road lies elsewhere
Beneath Valdez's precious ersatz brew
True turnstile
marked by Gerber's golden scepter