When-
and on what-
ever platform
you happen
to be standing
when you start to hear that
nasally sweet band
brand
of
gentle jazz—come nosing
not exactly at—but more sort of
indirectly
towards you,
from no source
that's discernible,
and certainly—
with no explanation whatsoever;
try not to panic.
And realize
that there is really
only one little
decision to make (albeit over
and over again)—
to make friends
with it. Not permanent-
ly or for ever
but just—
this one time. Just this
very minute.
And if you can do that
for a second,
no matter
which—train you get on; then
congratulations
my friend—you can get off it
whenever
you feel like—and
tell them all
about Disneyland.
