Traffic
I can hear the traffic
out on the interstate
through my window at night.
And, on occasion, I also hear the lonely whistle of a train.
Why do they call it lonely,
when they have all those boxcars for company?
Thursday’s Poem – Traffic
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November 29th, 2007 at 5:46 pm
sounds like you live in flg, right by jke brake hill. why don’t you move – hippy.
November 29th, 2007 at 11:16 pm
…no sound reaches quite as deeply into the soul as hearing that lonesome train whistle blow…