The whole place was airplane motif
even the bathroom
was made out of shiny metal –
with speakers
that
(in a captainly manner)
informed me:
of flight duration
cruising speed
altitude and more.

Time #5
in front of this urinal
no dice
I was creeped out
ready
to puke mixed drinks
scared of tomorrow.

y?

Tomorrow:
was my first time on a plane
(I was scared, that’s y I’m here, she
thought it would help)
I had a big date, a small time mag,
minnesota
nervous,
Nervous!

I couldn’t do it in this joint, I wouldn’t be ready.

“cmon, were leaving”
“y u don’t like it”
“nah nah its doin things to me, cmon”

we walked: (well, attempted to)
3 dark blocks
down dirty steps
and onto the hot platform.

Where
I shadow box and dance a 2 step (I still had it)
but
my equilibrium,
was
shot! useless liquid!
I trip (an introduction: unshaved face meet
mr. Concrete,
they smack hello)
and I
watch
my cell phone
(this phone: satellite actually, hundreds I paid! worked globaly, was
voice
activated, stored more #s than I had, ran:
Java
apps baby)
skid,
across yellow and bubbled platform edge
fall,
through soon to be subway-occupied space
to land,
SAFELY!! between the wooden ties.

“r u ok honey”
“yeah I’m alright, but I gotta get my phone”
“what, no way”
“I have to, before the train comes” (y’d I say it)

The lights swing around
wheels shriek (Y THE HELL R THEY ALWAYS SO LOUD)
and the train stops,
I hold her back when she goes to board.

When the train leaves:
I look down – my luck is good
She doesn’t like
when
I
hop off the platform
– chop chop john –
reach for my cellular status
– a real winner –
freeze in a headlight
– I’m a thousand deer of Christmas past –
but I did
hear her shriek,
man –
it was louder than the train, and
got me moving.

I rolled left (onto an empty track)
to watch uncaring steel fly past, thinking
I could’ve been that empty space (that close).
Then –
rolled again, because
she was still screaming, I was able to hear it,
moved moved moved, made the platform on the other side,
Jazzed up with adrenaline, wanting to escape her noise
I kept on going, into
a newyork type of night
back the way we came,
back
into
that
airplane of a bar.

I closed the plane,
walked out with the pilots,
made 2 more bars, (neither of them planes)
and kicked hell out of her door at 6:40 in the morning.

“who’s there”
“it’s me, who else u been bringing up here u tramp”
“johhny”
“yeah johnny” (she makes the wooden door disappear)
“oh honey what happened back there, I thought u were a goner”
“nah baby, they’ll never get me that easy”
“oh, I cant believe ur here, I cant believe ur alive”
“well believe it baby, I’m back from the gaddamned dead”
and passed out,
on her floor.
and never made,
that plane to minnesota.


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