cuttings and mutterings
where railroads roam free
the steam whistle hisses
a boxcar homily
oh give me a home
where friendly caboose
on an urban prairie
run free range and loose
industrial wilderness
trams and passenger trains
wild iron horse herds
graze inner city plains
Wall Street hobos with
newspaper three-piece suits
queue for trains in their
hatchet-man jackboots
sharing a compartment
with wooly old lady
clacking knitting needles
jonesing for her tea
through branch line jungles
past black and white days
embroidering woodland
railing unrambled ways
locomotive shelters
our frozen station wait
leading us back home
through poppy garden gate
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