between Porky’s Café
and Gravy’s Autowreckers
the train switches tracks toward Vegas
coyote in the distance watches me
pace the tracks
I scuffle dust as I measure my run
I’m not sure what I’d do if I get caught
they toss people from trains
to discourage train hopping
it’s a crap shot whether someone lives or dies
the closest thing I have to a gun
is a rusted railroad spike
I’ll take my chances gambling
maybe I’ll land a circus job
I want to be a wildcard
like this coyote
who leaps into thickets
becomes tumbleweed
becomes a dust devil
becomes everything I’m after
