Overcoat Knows

Into the station a train is coming click, clack, clicker, choo, choo, toot...toot you show the shared lives of time and history When you are coming to me --If money hadn't slipped through us, love would not have faded or tarnished-- Put one foot on the train stairs, grabbed the handle with, one hand and bowed head like words with eyewash, following a slow-moving train: i one point; you remains Frozen snows on the ground, left and staying overcoat fell over it like all know.