You finish up a poetry reading at a coffee shop in West Philly. You feel you missed your mark on your performance. Things were a little off. Well, those are the breaks that we have to live with. Voice was weak and hesitant. You would think the extra strong coffee would cut the lethargy but not tonight. Best to get home quickly and lick your wounds. You need to find your way back to the train station to catch the R7 toward Trenton. Homeward bound you have to consider your options. Stand and wait for a trolley or order an uber ride. These decisions weigh the moment. You will get there and make it home. That seems to be the only thing you are sure of.
Uber running high
although the optics are cool
I see the trolley
30th Street Station calling
me back from Baltimore Ave.
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1069175
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