A sailor from 1948
Walks wide-eyed through Union Station
Having lost all hope
Of catching the long-delayed train to Reno.
Nobody smokes
But children wear tattoos
And empty their lives into silent walkie-talkies.
Still, not much has changed;
The women still have breasts.
Walks wide-eyed through Union Station
Having lost all hope
Of catching the long-delayed train to Reno.
Nobody smokes
But children wear tattoos
And empty their lives into silent walkie-talkies.
Still, not much has changed;
The women still have breasts.
