jack k is speaking
of dreams as big a railroads and football fields
of writerly ambitions and failures
and the gray rain outside
pulls at a memory
of this alone joy melancholy
of unknown nouns and whispers
of maids banging the vacuum in the hall
speaking laughing spanish
of spilt suitcases
and two hour time lag disorientation
at 5:30 there is no one around
no where to go
in the cold glittering night
