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
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