Trains play rude jazz
in the Nordeast
squawks and squeals
from the hump yard
I shouldn't be doing
these wilding nights at my age
but something's
telling me to go hard
Rewatch the classic
a day late
knowing history will bear me out
I'll be surprised as you
to find out what's my thing
and oh the broken mystery
will tear the shroud
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