Nocturnal Night

Stacy Adams triumph one of the glorious nights I've trucked through sore feet, cold weather and hunger famished as stars shined vibrations of the train i will never regret grey homeless blankets felt of silk graffiti on the walls were, da Vinci thousand masks to evade imagination was priceless the train sounding of its departure was resemblance to my farewell Tarzan I no longer hear trains since nocturnal night