RIDING THAT TRAIN, HIGH ON CAFFEINE

Last year’s memoir about one St. Patrick’s Day for me:

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(An Auto-Train Memoir)

SCROLL DOWN FOR A CCR SONG

St. Patrick’s Day to most

But it will always be the day

I crossed the threshold

And began a new life

Kissing bye to my sons and dogs

At six in the morning

Driving my ‘87 Horizon

Every inch packed with possessions

Including a portable tv on the front seat

Wrapped in my ubiquitous sleeping bags

Winter and summer prize

For the homeless

Speeding down Interstate 95

Past the Washington DC loop

To Lorton, Virginia

First and only stop for the auto-train

CCR singing out the car speakers

“I went down Virginia, seeking shelter from the storm”

From noon to nine next morning

Rode the train in a sit-up seat

Met other women leaving their broken lives

Searching for peace

In what I began to think of

As the start-over state

Florida

Friend for the broken and lonely

But still optimistic

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