dolan murphy

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Train - Poem by dolan murphy

i once took a train ride thru a crowd of people. on a level of interest it was very satisfying. at the moment of impact i was holding a beer. it was in that moment i learned a great deal of awareness. the country side captured my attention much like a pretty girl captures your attention. i saw a family on the side of the road changing a flat tire. i hope they're not late. i wonder where they're going. trains a wonderful means of traveling and a favorite obsession of mine. collectively passing thru life brief expierences never growing attached. i just got lonely. as we rolled on my thoughts seemed faster than the train. none the less we rifled thru the wilderness and were approaching new orleans. one of my favorite cities. to think i hadn't had a drink in thirty min was as confusing as the art mural in the viewing car. either way i got my drink and the mural became more tolerable. so did the mindless conversation. to feed off other's remark is, how i understand it, is the goal of conversing. some compliment certain comments, while other's argue their points, some seem indifferent and some drool. why do i so easily annoy at some people and their exchange of words. i am no better. i ignore the fact that my contributions to such interactions is on a much less deeper level. my choice of words adds little to daily life, its in the whiskey that makes me not care. i wasn't always this bitter. i use to question life, search for answers and welcome inspiration. i recently have been incredibly inspired. i want to give so bad. there may never come that chance. i wonder if the fellow to my left can read my mind. he is still here, probably not. the lady to the right of me has a nice smile and asked where i was heading. new orleans i told her. an older man across the aisle stared empty out the window. he seemed sad, like he lost his wife. an angry teenager tapped on a table with endless fury visciously ignoring his mother and irritating the heck out of me. i sat with a drink smoking a lucky strike and looked thru my window and witnessed a baptizing along side a creek. i suppose people find god in all sorts of bizzar ways. i just walked into the restroom, a man sat reading his newspaper. i hope his troubled look was from the crossword puzzle. back to my sit, i believe ill climb out the window onto the roof of the car. what to do with this restlessness maybe ill jump. i believe i hear the faint sound of jazz. we must be nearing new orleans. no 9th ward this time

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  • Amy Marie (2/15/2010 12:17:00 PM)

    Very interesting story ;) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 15, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 16, 2010

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