Dear Guy at the Train Station Carrying a Banjo:

I do not know from whence you came-- the pre-dawn mists of the Potomac, perhaps, or the verdant woods beyond.

What most drew my weary notice?  Was it the fedora precisely tipped so as to achieve rakish affect?  Was it the long black case beneath your arm which bore a bumper sticker reading "I HAVE A BANJO"?

You vanished from sight once we reached the bustling metropolis, and I knew not your destiny.  And yet, when I had despaired of the chance to gaze upon you in wonder once more, I beheld you on a returning train, weeks and weeks later... had you crossed the vast gulf of the nation, you and said banjo?  What adventures met you upon yon dale and mountaintop?  Do you and your banjo enjoy a daily commute complete with federal transportation benefits?

Ah, and now, there you were-- hat tipped, all body parts girded, and walking past my seat.  For lo, I gathered to me the knowledge that the other half of your "I HAVE A BANJO" sticker read, "AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT."

You stepped lightly off the train, you entered the gathering twilight of the darkening day.  And still, I knew you not. What was your mission, your quest, your great assignment from the gods?  Alas, the answers echo down the tracks with the disconsolate wail of the train whistle.

I commissioned you to the universe and the night as you climbed into your mother's minivan.

chordophone at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com

Comments

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[red pill junkie]

I bet the guy was smuggling cocaine on the case. You never know these days :-P

[Lex]

Once more, I am in love.

[Kris]

Is that a banjo in your case or are you just happy to see me? ;)

[INCITEmarsh]

This is a craigslist "Missed Connections" post just waiting to happen.

[Ryan the Rocket Scientist]

MB, That was undoubtedly the finest piece of prose I have read in months. Thank you.