Ridin' the Train
memories of subway sleep
on voyages to and from
the college castle keep
lights wiz by, I see with half closed eye,
the subway smell so unique,
like dirt, and hurt, and
something mysteriously sweet
it's hard to vocalize,
cause words would cheat
it's strange implant
it left upon my brain,
so many years ago
I wonder why,
will I ever again,
ride that train?
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