Lost somewhere between
dusk and dawn
as numerous hole punched stars
look down shining upon
a vast black canvas screen.
Trundling below
stolen from the depot
my brake van home
on vanishing railroad tracks
behind me, into the past
embraced in silent fog
from the trains smokestack
stations fade, forgotten at last.
A well thumbed faded
worn timetable
buried deep in my jean pocket
marked off in pencil
these stops feel so haunted.
You see me off
with a polite wave
I depart alone
wrapped in
this coal fuelled blanket
my final destination unknown.
Trundling below
stolen from the depot
my brake van home
on vanishing railroad tracks
behind me, into the past
embraced in silent fog
from the trains smokestack
stations fade, forgotten at last.
Holding your invite
this platform
stood there with a old suitcase
with my intitals on
you dont board I dont alight.
You see me off
with a polite wave
I depart alone
wrapped in
this coal fuelled blanket
my final destination unknown.
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