or after the parties,
but why now at sixare there five yellow taxis
lined beside the blue and white and red
on silver of a Greyhound bus
called Chicago? The lack
of anything else to do?
The off-chance, a coffee, a ride one
day in ten; wait for San Francisco then
New York. Like most of life no reason.
where there is nothing, no, least of all, names;
so for this scene, a surety
of colours, thanks.