These valley night trains continue to run
through gritted teeth this shift soon done.
Rusting tracks follow these contour lines
towards the ever growing city light shines.
Together we move, slowly galloping onwards
as the weary conductor automatically herds
these loud saturday nighters, into town.
as they begin thier social drunk meltdown.
Hoovered up from platforms into the dustbag
that is this towncenter, a damp dishrag,
absorbing the grimey remains from elsewhere.
Deposited around me, my worst nightmare.