As I ride the train through northern Jersey
I imagine myself within each crack and crevice of its used landscape
Abandoned parking lots, split with wild veins of grass
wrapped in chain link fence like industrial ribbons
Kearny, 99 cent stores, phone cards, baptist worship center; faded signs burnt from the sun
I picture myself seated at the weathered, makeshift bench parked on an asphalt lawn
Playing solitaire while drinking coffee, songs ringing loudly in my head
I am alone, but somehow see it all captured on film; images for future generations
The heat is bold as I sit and watch it roll on by
