Acela (Blogophilia 52.4)















Acela arrives at Grand Central
Shuffling off
Looking for the 6 train
Waiting to take him home.

Silver bullet appears. 
Magic doors open
Pulse inhales him in.

Drifting into a nap
Dreaming of
The unfriendly ferrets in DC.

Running like rabbits
At the first hint of trouble.
And nothing seen
Is as it seems.

Thoughts drift
To Oak Beach
The surf soothing his soul.

Reverie is shattered
By a detached female voice
“No Stop until Brooklyn.”

Crap.

Wrong train again.


Comments

  1. AnonymousFebruary 24, 2012 at 9:54 AM

    :) Never had the experience of a commuter train but can imagine my mind wandering just like this! Laughed at the 'unfriendly ferrets in DC! Great write Christopher!

    Dave (nissmech)

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  2. sueFebruary 24, 2012 at 11:21 AM

    Loved how you incorporated the ferrets - yeah wrong train. When I lived there I used to fall asleep constantly and miss my stop so took the train back again Interested name -Acela

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    1. Another Government EmployeeFebruary 24, 2012 at 2:34 PM

      The Acela is the high speed train from NYC to DC. For twice the price you get half the stops.

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  3. UnknownFebruary 24, 2012 at 8:18 PM

    Had he dreamt/dreamed nicely, it would have been worth riding the wrong train.

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  4. AnonymousFebruary 25, 2012 at 12:52 AM

    Marvin Martian here! (finally)
    I once got on the wrong train to Clarksville, no one met me at the station...8 points Earthling! :)

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  5. AnonymousFebruary 25, 2012 at 10:17 PM

    Running like rabbits and unfriendly ferrets! Great ideas in your blog this week.... Being on a train gives one a bird's eye view of the rat race we humans are in!

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    1. AnonymousFebruary 25, 2012 at 10:18 PM

      Opps! This is Joanie...

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    2. Another Government EmployeeFebruary 25, 2012 at 10:45 PM

      It does. I used to take the MARTA downtown when I was down there, and laugh at the people on the freeway.

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