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It was wild

for awhile

I sat in the station

waiting

not knowing

hesitating

on the schedule

of getting from here

to there

and all for the sake

of music

and drink

to head to

this other city

in a rage

in an occasion

of rare pleasure

and lust

eagle eyed

looking over commuters

dashing for home

and New York Times

and Wall Street Journal

wind swept

by footsteps

of blackshoed feet 

7/28/94