you wake up
to darkness, find
you've fallen asleep
reading again
the 3: 20 train
rattling away
towards memphis
towards st. louis
to new orleans
the night goes
on and on and the
train rolls
heavy past, all
rain drops
falling from
a greedy sky
you wonder
when it all
falls
and fades
and withers
will they
remember
me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem, i grew up near a train station, and you would hear the freight trains late at night and wonder where in the country they were headed and a myriad of other thoughts race through your mind, late familiar sounds that years later you would miss if they were not there, nice share, thanks