The Drexel Train

There is a train at 3 AM,
Screaming like Boanerges,
The whistle hurts the dogs’ ears,
It makes the coyotes yelp,
The people who live next to the tracks
Talk louder as it approaches
A Doppler shift as it passes:
“There’s THE TRAIN, Honey,”
As if she didn’t know.

I lie there in abiding calmness,
Listening to the train of consciousness
As it passes through and unloads
Thoughts and visions
Memories
Dreams of the future
Carloads of information
Until I am full again.