A poem about a train.
b-r-o-k-e-n
s
t
a
i
r
ways
lead ->
to cold city streets
and buses.
LINES inter s
e
c
t
while colors di| vi |de
uninspired actors quietly wait……
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……for the next act
and their cup of coffee.
It smells like cigarettes
and morning breath,
but still
it inspires.
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