Phantom Station, 11 AM

PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL:  

WyPall, Clean Hands to Go

Spirits in the old foundry shed,

sweeping time aside,

Do you hold the missing keys?

Begin the Beguine

from the silent boom box,

new numbers chalked

on old lockers,

and vintage grime, 

allure of the corded desk phone

in biscuit tan,

the scent of lime.

Who will pick up

on the other side

where time has stopped

at quarter to four

in May of two-thousand and nine?