fifty large

by Steven J. Serafiani

got stoned and decided to
stroll main st. as I get older
everything gets boring.

live in this town where a train is
always sparking through- metra or
these long fuckers freighting some
graffiti out west. metra
blows its horn and startles this
old man reading the
trib   a

lady in orange boots and a
dark blue trench tied
tightly just
below breasts steps
to platform.

I don’t
notice her or the boots   pretend she
was paid fifty large
kill me.