Train of Thought

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A lonely railway station
A pale moon
striking yard
A haggard washed out Hobo
hugs the life's work
of a bard
~
A far off distant whistle
A fast approaching train
In crackling flames of open fire
at embers
he stares in pain
~
While twilight's eerie haze
reflects
the twin
of setting sun
The leaping flames suppress his need
of basking in the fun
~
A headlight's gleam cascading
A sadness
through mournful wail
The slow approach
perpetual
in the cadence of wheel and rail
~
The old 600 rambles in
as steam from ballast blows
And brings with it
a gentle rain
that soaks right through his clothes
~
Conductor shouting

'A L L A B O A R D'

as hearth ignites his notes
~
He climbs aboard the train of thought
While his fading thunder
smokes
~~~