Night Train Express
Long low mourns
of trainwhistle
far and away from
Port St. Jake
Night echoes
burrowing into
further dark dank
river valleys
a far piece down
the track and
switchin yards
not yet known
or seen outside
mind pictures
fueled up by
wonderworkin
wine.
Copyright ©2000 by John Birkbeck. All rights reserved.
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