idiopathic

The train to dreamland left at
Twenty-one fifteen
Metal wheels screeching
Hissing steam and galvanized pistons
Mid-tone range warble

There was a clicking sound
Friendly
Door slides open
Warm smiles greeted me
In-between paper lunches

Today I don’t mind the crumbs
They don’t exist here
Moving right along for the ride
I get to the heart of the matter
With a simple phrase
‘Thank you’

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