E-Train

E train

in the evening

light bulbs

dim and glow

two gray hairs

by the window

three

tweeners

sniffing blow

old farts

gone

at Rego Park

new crowd

rushing in

drag queens

in the corner

the redhead

reeking sin

conductor squawks

the line’s gone dead

a thousand sparks

and screams

lights

no more

cries

break out

a great

bad

fucking

dream

lighter

by the window

two dancing

by the door

movement

by my shoulder

the touch

i’m wanting

more

her smell

the Woods of Windsor

lips like roses too

her hands

upon

my growing need

a wanton

kiss

wants two

zipper down

button gone

nipple taught

so firm

my hips move

with her fingers

her hand

both twists

and turns

a drag queen

screams

we’re moving

my molten

seed now gone

her taste

those

magic fingers

the touch

still lingers on

Jackson Heights

behind me

my thoughts

a moving train

each day

i wait

for evening

the redhead

and

her flame