There were two dark-haired men on the platform talking today, they had worked the same shift of Cheng Feng's Express food some weeks back. Thought they'd never see each other again. And when they did their words were colorful and jumped around with laughter and amusement at this chance encounter.
They spoke Spanish.
And fromt he tracks out near the endless steel containers stacked and cargo ships resting at the rusty docks, a guy's made a modest dream with a boxcar- turned-sports grill and bar.
I like America. THings should be simple, but thank God they're not.