Night Tram – A poem by Mindy Glover
A Beefstew Classic… {loadposition content_adsensecontent} Yellow tram with a rusty stripe drives faster at night I grip the bar of the seat in front of me to keep from falling off the heated seat. Drunks sleeping-those still awake bent over on all fours waiting to re-examine their poison. The pace of the tram makes those who aren t asleep irritated young boys (old enough to ride the middle-of-the-night-night-tram) snap at old man old man snaps. His white pudgy hands shove boy face into tram bar those who aren t asleep-too tired to stop boys, now winning one choking the...
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