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The train left

30th Street Station

without me

 

but I didn’t worry

too much

 

I just drank

a beer at Cavanaugh’s

and relaxed.

 

I knew there

would be

another train

in an hour

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Would have been written in the 80's.  Cavanaugh's across the street from 30th Street Station became Slainté and then became Market Tavern and now is nothing.  The building is being renovated and there isn't currently a bar there.

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©31 January 2021 - 11:50am — georgeschaefer
31 January 2021 - 7:12pm — lyrycsyntyme
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We often are in a rush to go

We often are in a rush to go no where. Your poem reminds me of that. It's a race a lot less often than we believe it to be.

6 February 2021 - 1:59pm — georgeschaefer
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they call it a rat race for a

they call it a rat race for a reason.  It's nice to stop and grab a drink and socialize for a minute--even if by accident.