Another Christmas Eve,
another place.

The 4:37 on the Northeast Corridor to Penn Station, a quick bite to eat
in Koreatown, perhaps. Lingering on 5th Avenue for a bit before heading back to
Madison Square Garden to catch the LIRR to Manhasset, to you. The lonely winter evening blinded by the pulsing, constant beat of the sidewalk. Manhattan to Manhasset, from light to dark.

We might not be here in a year, but the 4:37 will. Lurching through New Brunswick, Edison, Elizabeth, Newark, Seacaucus. Always leaning towards New York. Everything around here does. I am only in transit; my sights this evening are set for Long Island, deep on that island.