Trumpet solo for the blues

young girls wearing blue dresses

young girls in the park

young girls scribbling disjointed

lines

in

spiral

ringed notebooks, on a Westbound train, there’s a soft voice ‘Tickets. All tickets please.’

young girls (almost singing, ‘Tickets. All tickets please.

Excuse me sir,’) saving paychecks and living in small

one room

apartments (‘ticket please.’ ‘Oh,

sorry. Just a minute.’ ((shaken out of my

Westbound

trance) fumbling for the ticket, finding it, looking up, into the face of

yet another

young girl) ‘Thank you sir. Tickets. All tickets please.’ as she moves

to the next car.) and of course

all these

young girls

have been raped

abused

burned by something that stays

fresh in their memory

far

beyond

the actual

incident…all these young girls

on lonely Thursday night- Macaroni and Cheese is just fine

when Mr. Right

is never there

settling down on the couch

to stroke at a fat tabby