3 Am Whistles

AM Whistles A Poem by Debbie_Philly 3 AM WHISTLES The whistle blows in the distance Clear rhythmic motions of the night Sleepy, groggy ready for rest yet My brain races Listening to the ever present clatter of the Train in intervals calm my mind Laying here with mild and comforting Breezes enveloping me It is the sound of the 3 am locomotive That lull’s me into a restless dream state Adventures await my dreams tonight Filled with nocturnal surprises Spring nights in the city can sometimes Be still bringing the sense of nostalgia To mind flooding me with memories Of childhood and peace at least in This uneasy nomadic night By : Debbie Kelly 5/8/2013