Commute

*Abraham Solomon*

Shuttle

I don’t
Know
Your
Address
Or
Phone,
Or
Whether
You
Live
Alone,
Your
Age
Or
Name,
As
I play
My 
Silent
Game,
Traveling 
On
A
Speeding
Train.
I note
Your
Style
And
Catch
Your
Glance.
We
Smile.
Ah,
Romance.
By
The
Clothes
You
Wear,
And
The
Way 
You
Cut
Your 
Hair,
I write
Your
Life,
And
Find
There
Children
And
A
Wife.
I sigh,
As
Out
The
Window
Unknown
Lands
Fly
Through
The
Night,
As
I ride
A
Silver
Bullet
In
Heady
Flight.