Reno

A train station in the middle of the ocean.

We’re a hundred miles from Reno
and the last Trader Joe’s is gone
no hedges all a-thicket
no primly pampered lawns.

no golf clubs, no graffiti
no showrooms plump with cars
no schools and no factory
no playgrounds and no yards

We’re a hundred miles from Reno
and we’re not leaving here by chance
we’re headed south to connect the dots
on this hot and cold romance.