The conductor has rung out his usual announcement
"All aboard!!?"
I am, but not fully comfortable yet.
As the chuga-chuga of the huge steel wheels take me towards my destination
i ponder
Wondering with my first real anylitical observation of the crowd
why does this modern train
hold such a palpable demonstration of that old-time-religion.
No
Not the one that hums and beats foot to hard wood
fanning an overmade-up face
but the underlying bad news
of the Good Ol' Boy.
How does transportation whisper about a situation
occupation
opression
and ultimately segregation?
The whites carelessly read they're "Business Reports"
Holding their heads at no particular level
yet still exuding some air
While the "others" look on contemplating
how to hold their heads in that same nonparticular way
I frown at the absence of vehicle and suit amongst "the others"
Until
the sun gleams across my figure
highlighting my hands neatly draped across my jeaned lap
accentuating their blackness
at that moment
I notice the crick in my neck
from trying to position my head correctly
.
.
.
For I too am on this train