"The Train" I stepped out of the car scanning the scene at the station. There were a few well-dresse…

[Cheeb]

"The Train"
I stepped out of the car scanning the scene at the station. There were a few well-dressed ladies but I had no time to converse, I had a train to catch after all. I turned and bid my mother a farewell as I grabbed my luggage. After loading the heavy bags upon my shoulders and on my back, I made my way inside the dinky little coffee stand they call Baltimore Washington International Airport Train Station. Looking upon the screen I observed that my train lucky 178 was on time and would be arriving in ten minutes. I decided to brave the cold out on the track rather than sit in the plastic seating available in the cement box. As I came out onto the platform I noticed it was crowded for a Thursday at 4:30. I made my usual line down the platform to be closest to the back of the train when it arrived. A lot of grim faces stood out on that platform minus a few exceptions it seemed like we were all waiting on a train to take us to some sort of vile end, not always does the train lead you to a promised land. This one wouldn't for me. The silence and faces were matched in their sharp coldness by the wind. Finally the train arrived and everyone whisked on board. As I made my way to the back of the train I noticed the unusual number of full seats. Finally I made it to the last car, which was the quiet car. Always a safe assumption that if the train were running heavy the poor souls would give up when they got on before making it all the way to the back. Those who got on the back would hope they could find sanctuary elsewhere. The quiet part didn't bother me I was alone and had no ability to communicate with anyone outside the train.
We departed upon our way to Penn Station in Baltimore. Then came the announcement "We will be arriving at Baltimore's Penn Station in 5 minutes. We are running a full train today so we are going to have to ask everyone to make sure the seat next to you is clear of any belongings, we need every available seat. Thank you." Dear God! I thought. What kind of bullshit is this to be trapped in a box next to some smelly, ignorant, beast? Next time I drive. This Struggling Company with government subsidy and full trains is somehow operating at a loss; the fix is in, something's not quite clear, at least to me. We passed through Baltimore past the projects and run down buildings. It has to rank up there with one of the more depressing rides you can take on the Amtrak Line. The "Charm City" has lost some luster. Death of industry not so pretty as the proletariat would of hoped.
The little man took this city over with powder, a junkie city showing the signs of its long time use. We arrived at Penn Station and the waiting herd shuffled on. One of the first to come looking for his place in the Quiet car was a young man most likely a college student by his belongings which appeared to be paperwork and notes. He appeared hip and perhaps a partaker in the ritualistic smoking of marijuana. When it came down to it though he chose the suit and tie guy next to myself, a bit odd I thought. Maybe my blue eyes just weren't inviting enough. A few more people shuffled in but none came to me. Things were looking up; the smart always lay back in the cut.
We started moving and still no companion as my fear began to fade and my knees began to give thanks. The bearded mean mug shoots them down every time I thought to myself. My mind wandered to a related thought. I have taken this 4 and a half hour journey maybe a dozen times and not once has a pretty girl let alone girl ever sat next to me, are these rides representative of my trip through this life. I shudder to think. Stragglers eventually made their way to the back of the train in the last hope for an empty seat, somehow I dodged this last wave as well and was solo on a supposedly full train. As the fear left me and I settled in my mind finally went to her. It took thirty minutes to get there and as far as I can remember that may be the world record for length of time spent on a train back home before her sweet smile entered my mind. We passed a large development of houses not far from Lockheed Martin. In my eyes it appeared as though they were monopoly houses all uniform and bland and by the looks of them hotels were not far off. We then came to a large river crossing, which we crossed through the middle via the track raised above the water maybe 10 feet. It was at least a 200 yd shot and for a few moments you are only surrounded by water glistening in the sun. It was quite a stark contrast to the cracked concrete of the city. If I had to bet it was the Delaware River or a tributary of it, however I am a perpetual loser, you were warned. It was then I discovered I had forgotten the extra batteries for my CD Walkman. Hoping for a miracle at this point I enjoyed the music most I could in the face of impending silence. We passed a fancy sign informing me that Amtrak was injury free for 06', and I crossed my fingers. Along the way a man diagonal to myself had been coughing loudly and I had half a mind to go over to the fucking swine and remind him this was the quiet car.
Delaware proved uneventful, so my mind wandered again. I thought of my lust for good smoke and good scotch. A thirst that needs questioning or quenching, my sub conscious provided questioning along with the notion of scotch, would there be? It was hot in the small cabin full of people. We arrived at Wilmington and a large herd of my fellow travelers got up to disembark which took me by surprise. I asked God to have mercy on their souls just as a large group came aboard. Has Wilmington become a new hot bed of action? Has it slid under the radar in a state seen as one of the most boring in our fine country? I will research this you can be sure. I sent telepathic messages to the boarding travelers that stated "Go further kind souls, there will be no rest here, trudge forward and Godspeed" Just then a pretty boy in shorts came up the aisle and took refuge with the kindly older gal in front of me. He was heading north in shorts apparently the weather channel was not on his favorites list. After him I saw a large herd and thought, "I'm screwed, I hope they don't smell." Somehow though I was passed over, my new friend whom I called Dunn (due to a striking similarity to Ryan Dunn of Jackass fame) and I were left with empty seats to ourselves as his former neighbor departed there. I figured Philly wouldn't prove so lucky for both of us, although I had an inkling he would depart there. I started to wonder as the train started rolling if it was my faux herpes that had been keeping them away, a well-placed pimple below my lower lip. I thought for an instant to stand and scream "Its not herpes, judge not lest you want to meet my shiny blade!" Which would of probably caused an incident especially in this, Bushes America. A kid started to talk loudly on his cell phone and I was about to get up and test its durability against his skull, but suddenly Jim Boeheim got up and walked over to the lad, laid down the law with aplomb and a stern resolution, then sat back down in his seat. Later on I would recognize that it wasn't Mr. Boeheim but until then I liked him more than I ever had before. The order had been restored for now and I was happy blood was not shed. I could only hope the enforcer rode as far as New Haven.
Suddenly a father and daughter came along most likely after scouring the train for available two seaters. Dunn being the man of character I thought him to be gladly got up and offered his two seats to the weary passengers. Such a compassionate move warranted another and I motioned for my great friend who had just moved up a step in the hierarchy of the quiet car, to sit down next to me. When we arrived in Philly, sadly I was correct and Dunn departed along with a number of people, leaving the car with a little more room. As we departed the conductor got on the loud speaker located at the front of our car and laid down the laws of the quiet car as he stared coldly into the crowd. Apparently there had been complaints and he was there to let us know it wasn't going down on his watch. He thanked us for our cooperation in advance and we moved on down the line. I had taken my earphones off at this time to read and conserve some battery life. It was then I noticed the man behind me was talking in his sleep. I thought about having him removed and castrated, harsh I know but company policy, not my call. We passed through Trenton without much fanfare until the pretty boy in shorts was busted on his cell phone by the Conductor despite my low almost whispered warnings of "you're gonna be fucked." No these words of wisdom were not heeded and he was asked to step outside the car for a reprimand which was probably as light as he could of hoped for, perhaps the conductor was in a good mood, perhaps he held an affection for this pretty boy. We continued on like the man behind me speaking some dead language in between low breathes. I decided a new position was needed for comfort and proceded to smash my knee into the all-purpose fold up tray.
We crossed the New York City lines and you could see the sights of Manhattan just in the distance. Once we were inside Penn Station the masses prepared to disembark and go their separate ways. The twin of Boeheim departed sadly and I knew it was only a matter of time before the car descended into a weary delusional madness. The conductor showcased a dry sense of humor over the speakers and I liked him even more. Then the man who had been behind me emerged from his slumber and as I looked up behind me I saw that he was a Hasidic Jew. My soul got lost in his majestic beard before my mind suddenly snapped in place wondering if he was a minion of The Action Rabbi. I contemplated a quick strike but he and his compadres left through the back door. It would be an hour and a half from there to New haven and my batteries were running low, about as low as my patience for the god forsaken pit of hell that was this train car. The power cut off for a minute here and there as we moved along giving me brief rest from the intense fire of Hades they had imported and been pumping into the cabin. About 10 minutes from New Rochelle a man awoke to find out he had come too far. It was now up to him to find suitable transportation back to the city from New Rochelle.
In NYC a new crew had come aboard and our new conductor seemed a bit surly and perhaps displeased with her station in life. The night shift on this train to the late night darkness and solitude of Boston probably was not her thesis for her early papers on her dream job. There was probably little enlightenment to be found on this skeleton shift with few passengers and fewer smiles, only tickets to be punched and cigarettes to be smoked. We approached New Haven and the car was empty save one other man. I decided in my notes this was where I'd end the story, so I packed up and let the music take me home.

[Sour Deez]

this is wat ur here for man...love it. The words flow so smoothly and the details u give can paint vivid pictures in anyones mind. awesome!