Still awake and listening
At 2:15 in the quiet of the morning
I heard the train whistle blow
At every empty intersection,
Chugging slowly away
Through the silent moonlit town.
Remembering many years
of this recurring nighttime noise.
I could tell the eager engineer
Was enjoying himself –
The echo of the whistle
Lasted just a tad bit little longer
Than was absolutely necessary
For his lonesome, morning ride.
I smiled sleepily, but amused,
And flipped my pillow to the cool side.
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