Filmwelt

I travel with a hardback
In my backpack.
She believes I wouldn't
Trade in my threadbare book
For a night with Louise Brooks.
She believes in many things
Like crystals,
Biorhythms.

We thought the train
Unusual.
A quirky travel method
Crossing states.
I never look before.
I never look behind.
I barrel down the train tracks
Leaving others reading gravel,
Tea leaves in my wake.

That night
A nightclub hunger
Shone, a spotlight
From her well-washed face
Inside the shaking private car.
Today, a lifetime more,
Her lipstick and her blush
Glow without a smear.

She pries her eyes
Above her phone
And stares a second
Bored.
The station's racing near.

- 4/9/26

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