The Grease Glide

I took a sixteen hour train ride today.

I slept very little and thought very long.

I thought while I rode and wrote what I thought.

I gave what I could to the tip jar.

I ate a steak without wearing my shoes.

I read Carlos Castaneda and dreamed of the desert.

I talked to a man with a mustache.

I drank 7 cups of coffee.

I felt sick to my stomach for 3/4 of the trip.

I watched the sunset, the sunrise, and the in between.

My eyes followed a hawk for almost fifteen minutes.

I listened to “Clay Pigeons” six times.

I listened to “Nebraska” twice as much.

I lost my ticket stub.

I wrote one sentence every hour of the trip.

These are them.