Training Session
flashing red lights
red and white stripes
crossing the road
where tracks are laid
whistle so loud
heard by the whole town
the warning the engineer played
steel wheels running on rails
pushing and pulling
staying on the trail
clu cluck clu cluck clu cluck
the heart beat of a living train
mixing with the whistle
and engine blair
from my car i saw the cars
that followed the engine
of the train
and started counting
one by one
as they whistled by
and into the plain
cars that carried coal
everyone the same
except the ones with graffiti
usually some ones name
there were cars that carried cars
and tanks with propain
boxes they could put on truck
and back on trains again
there were some old box cars
that were empty
doors slid open wide
so inviting to a hobo
who could just jump inside
i thought about the places
the bridges the train crossed
the places i'd like to see
before the time is lost
the mountains the rivers
and the plains the train crossed
then i saw the Eden men thought
they'd lost
spread out in the places
that very train crossed
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