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?
Two Wheels. One Dark Lord.
sounds like you live in flg, right by jke brake hill. why don’t you move – hippy.
…no sound reaches quite as deeply into the soul as hearing that lonesome train whistle blow…