~Two big toms lurk
Upon its ledge
Silhouetted by the Full Moon
The wind carries the sound
Of a freight train into the kitchen
The hum of many diesels
The steady rumble and clack
Of a thousand steel wheels
I pet the little beasts
And sip my coffee in the dark
I enjoy the quiet moment
Remembering an America
That likely was only a
Dream we made up
And I sigh softly...