MugzysMove

It clanked and banged, this train, through psychadelic underpasses of Jersey Art- Up from Long Branch, Amboy's misty bridge a span of smooth sanity like slick clean ice. ~Transfer at Rahway~ Motion spins time into whorling eddies, and I could smell winter hiding on that grey and yellow platform. I shivered, and pulled my hoodie on over my T-shirt ("Animaniacs: thats awesome!" she laughed, selling me a hotdog. "I've had it since I was a kid." A pause- she blushed- i jingled her the cash And left. Her wordless invitation ringing in my ears.) The sun finally beat back the mist as I lumbered south and west  on brown Trenton local