as I speak...
freight train is pulling out
of train yard on a rainy night
in St. Louis
past graffiti riddled walls
go the graffiti riddled boxcars
past the horse stables
of the city carriage company
the horses look out
from their stable windows
flesh and blood horses
watching iron horses
squeaking and grinding
to central Illinois
loads of black coal
in the hoppers
train yards of unfortunates and psychopaths
lonely train gates
dinging dinging danger danger
on remote country roads
no one to hear their lonely
attempts at conversation
