11:15 from Ronkonkoma

Coffee percolating Boxed corn muffins baking News 12 is playing 711 has been robbed You hear the mailman coming The bathroom fan is humming A relationship is crumbling On Dr. Somebody's talk show Dust motes float in a ray of light A bluebird rests during its flight You'd be crazy to miss this deal, alright? On this chunky costume jewelry Everything is quiet and still No creeping beings haunt these hills Even so the air feels wrong Each minute feels a bit too long Better get back to where you belong Catch the 11:15 train Stuff your suitcase overhead Nibble Anxiously at the bread They wouldn't let you leave without Ball of tinfoil in your hand Stare out at the ticket stand Eyes slide over the barren land And the sandwich shop where no one ever eats Ticket punched Transfer made Turnstile passed and train fare paid Emerge again from underground Street vendors call all out loud Reassuring bustle of the crowd Key clicks into the lock Silently chiming cuckoo clock Construction hammering in the street Slide beneath your crumpled sheets