This Train

This train. Two miles long. Moving slowly, creeping over the tracks. Its got graffiti all over the cars. Blue and yellow paint spelling out home boy, comic book creations wearing bandanas around their necks. This train.

Where has it been? Rolling through small Midwestern towns, hamlets. Going into cities, Chicago, Indy, Cincinnati, not stopping. This train.

Lovers making out in the midnight hour as red lights flash. Car in park, motor idles. Middle aged couple’s acting like kids. This train.

Last car, the caboose goes by with bells ringing. Now it’s time for toast and honey. Coffee as the sun comes up. Another night. This train.

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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