cajole

A rushing wall of military-brown steel suddenly impeded us. we three wandering hippies, waiting on a square of cement (seemed reserved for us) for a monstrous snake of a train to finally end. oh, how the sick city night lights did dance, how the tree leaves did come alive in geometry. Abe, hunkering mass of muscle, spiked hair but the impatient glimmer in his eye was all flirtation, benign playfulness. Jeff, more subtle and brooding, with eyes like stars tonight- both distant, yet close in their brightness. his gentle manner        pauses soothes me, me, must be a mess, face flushed and glistening from the long walk. we're w