listening to the classical music and
not really knowing who is on the radio
rapping out messages at the computer
thinking of your fingers floating over
the terrain of black and white harmony
sipping simple brews, thinking devils brew
and the click clack timing of the rails
as we wander through intimacy
towards midnight
the 'blues' in the dim light of morning... love's last train to daylight. good rhythm, good images, good poetry. eric