2:24 a.m. by Michael A. Griffith


2:24 a.m.


The train blurs as it passes

2:24 on my radio’s green screen

dark of night except the crosshairs’

red lights flashing

the sound the strobe the noise

of movement while I stand still

the warning bell keeps ringing

Coming home from O’Keef’s

the noise rumbling thunder over

Hotel California: my head swings back in time

my head swings in time my head swings


I see a face.


There’s a bright little face

bright a flash as the long train passes continues to pass

yellow cars maroon cars painted cars go by


Eyes meet he sees me he sees

How does the high note of the guitar solo sound?

to meet the wailing bell


Now see the truck behind me with the headlights

glare in my rear view engine loud as the train

the train is now done and the door arms are raised

Turn on my high beams and rev up the engine heat like

monster breath View

the driver’s arm pushed waving a lot

screaming horn at full volume

Then I go

lead to the eyes

still there


Photo of Griffith (1)Michael A. Griffith began writing poetry while recovering from a disabling injury. Three chapter books: Bloodline (Soma Publishing), Exposed (Hidden Constellation Press), and New Paths to Eden (Kelsay Books). He lives near Princeton, New Jersey.




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