We rode trains for fun. You run. You hop in. You hope there are would be no desperation among the desperate. Men in the car you leaped into. There they’d be. In the margins. Like shadows. Red-eyed devils. White men sunk down into themselves. Black men in a corner. Seperate. Do not talk to any of these men. Jump off before the train leaves the town. We’d jump off because we never knew was out there. Beyond the town.  Beyond town was a mirage. We were ruffians, but we were scared to do certain things. Like leave our lane. We pretended that we did not reach. Reach for it, kid. Do you know how to reach out. Beyond where you are supposed to be. They want us compliant past cool and jeans. Lots of things we did were scary. Be careful not to show it.