The Night Train
Lines of steel stale with rust
Eavesdropping on former voices
That echo long forgotten stories
Of Hobo's and their riding blind choices
Rails drumming a steady pulse
Somewhere between thunders deafening pitch
And piercing squeals of halting mass
A symphony of the bankrupt enriched
Majestic the night trains roll on by
Setting my senses on edge
Lowered gates on lights red flash
Flashbacks of rail miles dredged
Ethereal I feel when standing near
Every time her whistle blows
I stand in awe of its seasons and scenes.
Endless travelers empowered by coal
The caller summons the switchmen's lantern
As band of men would alter your course
Car upon car coupled together
By the strength of human hands they were forced
Tracks and trusses drape our country like a morning yawn
Graffiti tags your box's, spraying their territorial scent
These sounds and sights of history in motion
Reveals the sad distance of a chronicled descent
From your earliest beginnings
You've captured hearts of man and his soul
Inspiring sages and meager labored wages
From stack to track let your steel wheels roll
Nostalgic romantics like me will feed
Like the orphan touched with hunger
Not for the substance of your varied freight
But to fly as your envied conductor
Your sight, your sounds, your smell and taste
They burn with intensities fire
Heightened reminders that we're alive
Driving us to reach ever higher
And so the night train
Majestic in power
Roll on roll on
In virtues endowment to inspire
Copyright © Sarai Virden | Year Posted 2014
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