Tuesday, April 2, 2019

evening train


by horace p sternwall




as i was waiting for the evening train
a beautiful flower grew in my brain
and told me not to be afraid
because every song had already been played

the train pulled in, it began to rain
i knew i would never see the moon again
the iady from spain was in compartment c
as lovely as she was reported to be

the conductor arrived with his waxed mustache
i paid for both our tickets in cash
as i had been instructed by colonel k
was it only yesterday?

a strange way for the world to end!
the train picked up speed as it approached the bend
i picked up my chips and placed my bets
for who among us has no regrets?



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