I am on a train. New York to DC. There is no travel like that of a train. You shoot like a yell through forest and farm, taking fearless turns against the trees, passing your returning self by mere inches, floating in and instantly out of others lives like a random thought.
I was supposed to have travelled on the tour bus last night with the rest of the band, but stayed behind an extra day. I hadn’t yet gotten my fill of rude service industry workers and was in need of a few more patronizing responses for asking anything about anything at all. Mission accomplished and I get a train ticket and board the Amtrak, southbound. I take a seat and the guy beside me opens a bowl of hummus, the PERFECT food to open in a crowded, tight space. I notice people cough when others are boarding, so as to scare off potential seat-mates with the fear of the flu. I imagine us derailing and wonder if my guitar would get cracked. We pass grandfather towns with graffiti cast about as if a rainbow was broken and came crashing down.
I arrive at Union Station, and stand inside, beneath the welcoming glow of holiday lights. In the distance beyond the cabstand sign you can see Washington monument. I am in our nations capitol. Here is where I consider spelunking into a cavernous discussion about our current state of government, and then decide such a conversation is better served at another time.
Trains are cool. That’s all. -KS