One For The Trains Poem by r james sterzinger
One For The Trains
trains
that blow long lonesome whistles
at three a.m.
should have empty boxcars
with their
sliding doors
wide open
to catch the night air
once when I was drunk
in the back of a car
I heard one
it sounded as lonesome as a prophet
in a desert.
I didn't cry that night
but I sure felt that I could
and it was dark
so no one would have known
but me and god
Saturday, March 21, 2009
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