My Train

The air is still tonight

My neighbors are gone or asleep

Phone unbothered tonight

by taxmen and collectors

My mind is still tonight

Unclouded by problems

And the un-lover who

slipped away years ago

My child is restless tonight

Feeling that his day is undone

Something more to do

But can't determine what

My television is off tonight

The people there aren't like me

I am patiently waiting

For Orion to grace the evening sky

The winter stars are my stars

Since before the dark years

There was more poetry in me

Than science and it is still true

My son, it seems is the same

Needing to catch a midnight train

That is not coming, itchy feet

To ramble regardless of the hour

RH sang "I often dream of trains"

"Taking me to paradise"

Well the trains around here

Only carry yuppies to work

The short train has just carried my son

Into my room to show me a picture

Of a baseball player with long arms

Trying with all his might not to sleep

The air is still tonight

My neighbors are gone or asleep

In the distance I can hear my train

Strange...how it never quite arrives