Bullet Train

[tmanzano]

There are many people on the Metros advance
from Compton to South Central's madly quiet 
strobing graffiti of scourge and briefcases
standing out before the zombie addicts wearing
dresses over pants passing time in dark brown
peacock tatter green shirts layered under
argyle sweaters tethered in knots over
midnight blue bruised concrete chipped cheeks 
turned by Los Angeles' hospitality dropping change
in leather hands for sand-paper smiles