los angeles union station

and now here i am again at los angeles union station, and it seems like every time i pass through here, my life starts off in another direction. maybe it's the idea of coming home that does it. the idea of seeing all the old friends who haven't changed a bit, and probably never will. maybe it's the people who i've met here. maybe it was the lady with the faded pink blouse with the mint floral print, who commended me for stepping over some caution tape to go outside and have a cigarette. "you see, you see that? that's god's people in action right there. y'all can't hold us back wit' no caution tape. we are god's people, we will trample it down." but she was so frail, i was almost sure it could have trampled her down. "and these cops, these killer dangerous cops, with they uniforms and the killer dangerous guns, they think that they can trample down god's people. haha, but that's why they ain't never gone trample us down, ya see that? boy, i know you do, god bless you, i know you do." but maybe it wasn't her. maybe it was the business man in the ugliest forest green suit i've ever seen. maybe it was him, greased back hair, smoking cigarettes like a guy with greased back hair smokes cigarettes, talking on a cell-phone: making deals that will never mean a thing. maybe it was him that made me realize that i would rather wear the pink blouse with the mint green print everyday than ever put on that forest green suit.