MAD TRAIN MAD TRAIN
I have to live with bells and whistles.
I have to ride the train with huddles of
others going to and fro. It is like
dawn and daylight together, always.
We talk - instead of just silence.
To some, the noise is better.
I hear a million things, and
learn a million other.
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It is always near; the corner of
where I stand - rounding something,
watching for the light, hearing the bells
and the whistles. The same few conductors,
always, lurking about; some fat, others just
stout. They nod and they talk - clipping the
tickets, checking the stubs. I'm never sure
of what routine to follow. Is it me who's
here, or have I already gone?
I have to live with bells and whistles.
I have to ride the train with huddles of
others going to and fro. It is like
dawn and daylight together, always.
We talk - instead of just silence.
To some, the noise is better.
I hear a million things, and
learn a million other.
-
It is always near; the corner of
where I stand - rounding something,
watching for the light, hearing the bells
and the whistles. The same few conductors,
always, lurking about; some fat, others just
stout. They nod and they talk - clipping the
tickets, checking the stubs. I'm never sure
of what routine to follow. Is it me who's
here, or have I already gone?
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