Hartford..lights reflecting off the black water..my face pressed against the
train window..Springfield in two hours...the cold train station..bounding
down the stairs with my red suitcase..airport van to the rescue, 20 dollars
to Northampton...New England night sky , signs whooshing by, Chicopee,
Holyoke, Easthampton, Northampton...in the lobby of the motel next to the
bowling alley..room 157..combing my hair, the face in the mirror, my pulse
quickening...phoning you..waiting in the motel lobby..the clock strikes
9.00..and I can feel you..coming..to me..