Day tripping
Slipping back the sheets
Of weekend magazines
The neat skirts of writers
Flirting with their past
Lasting impressions
Of careers that crashed
Petite tales, on rails
Of steel and wonder
Under the disguise of
Surprises sprung
Bags slung on the racks
As we hurry down the tracks
Back to back conversations, with
Bathing beauties, in crimplene slacks
