I Forget

I was on a train.

Something was eating at me.

That son of a bitch was out of line.

The stewardess rolled by,

"Drink?"

"Beer," I said.

I cracked the can, took a sip.

Still pissed.

Went back to it—

Forgot who that son of a bitch was.

But still mad.

Took another sip,

watched the trees blur past,

the electric lines hum their tune.