I stepped onto a bus today
and it was not the Hollywood
hoke of San Fansisco or Penn Station.
There was no smoke or gloved
hands waving, no tearful eye
covered by a drawn vale.
The children who chase the train
out of the station were elsewhere,
perhaps doing shorthand trigonometry
perhaps playing a video game,
perhaps watching an old
black and white movie
watching the children run,
wondering why there are no longer
any Hollywood trains to catch.