Dreaming on a Railroad Track

Metal black, steel and rust, iron crawling down the track,

whistle blowing, time slowing,  diesel at the back,

third rails clamor for those dead-end dreams,

they're gone in a minute, burnt scraps in-between.

Freight train rolling through the city in decline,

screaming through the county on the poverty line,

break up coming with the speed-up sign. 

Hop on hold on, climbing over, sneaking through,

the lattice work is holding up; there’s nothing to do.

Dreams held hostage in a stale-mate game,

dream in, dream out, escaping just the same.

New York Harlem & Hudson Line

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