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 Remember to Leave a Comment if you wish; Anonymous with name inside, or use your own ID!