Excellent, Dave.
This poem seems very alive to me.
Loved this line:
A freight hurtles by & we rock
in its sudden wind,

While I was wandering around in California
in November, a friend and I stopped at a
bottle shop in a small town.
The owner was a passionate collector.
It was a real treat to talk to him.
He brought out a bottle he had just
recently acquired – an unusually large one
of “epilepsy medicine” (most are not
nearly this size).
The original purchaser must have had
quite the case of epilepsy.