Train
1:30 am, sitting in a chair
Staring at an empty screen
Thinking about my life
The beginning and the end
The happened and going to happen
The mysteries on the tracks in-between
Through the wall, I hear a locomotive call
Crying in the night like a banshee
I wonder about the engineer
His thoughts, his life, his story
Is he lost too?
Is he lonely like me?
Copyright © Jeff Martin | Year Posted 2018
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