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say goodbye to the grease-stained century, the age of dirty machinery, stinkpot trawlers depart at sunrise among gulls that hover, locate, and dive. the roof of train slick w/ exhaust streaks of ancient locomotive on the southern run east where it would cost $3M/mile to run electricity. Crew's Quarters opens from 1 to 1, a. to p., in dark presunrise outdoor seats Irish kids smoke cigarettes after a round of parties. a new day just begun or maybe yesterday never ended, just grew dark in a tunnel & never changed till we made our way here where the south fork of Long Island narrows to a jetty and yields to the sea | |
king | 12:37 a.m. to montauk