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my train rolls slowly into thirtieth street station
the afternoon transitions towards a shade of dusk
Philly’s skyline glistens in the wash of a departing sun
i stare at glass buildings whose panes shimmer
i’m wearing those headphones which cover your ear
black, sleek and cheap—the ten dollar ninety-nine kind
listening to Miles, Pharaoh’s Dance, i’m dazed by shimmering
and the trumpet joins the bass and the alto sax onstage
the electricity of the piano flows like a river—melancholy and melodious
my train stops and the drums push the band towards crescendo
i pause my song to bid new friends earlier made farewell
they depart, i press play, the crescendo starts to climb
all aboard, we leave, and we find night has taken the helm
the crescendo climbs, the stars overcome the darkness
i overcome the darkness my grief the darkness my soul
and my train moves on and on and my train moves on and on
Jerry T. Johnson is a Poet and Spoken Word Artist whose poetry has appeared in a variety of literary journals and anthologies. Jerry often features at a variety of spoken word venues in the New York City area and he currently lives in Danbury, Connecticut with his wife Raye.