Train Poem II

Feverish on a train
Tel Aviv on a horizon
Blanket of lights
And a heater that
Costs the family
A fortune

I don't know what
I'm doing on a
Train where people
Stare at me, where
My notebook or
Its cover might
Frighten them and
Force them to get
Off at the next
Stop

I want for them
To become richer
And buy themselves
Empty pages too
So that everybody
In Israel can be
Lonely together