Train Ride Home

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Train Ride Home

The train stops abruptly

as abruptly as trains can

robbery I ask an old lady

sitting with newspaper in hand

Jesus she said he’s here

straining my crane neck

I notice a ragged old man

with torn backpack and a bottle

Jesus ? I asked cynically

Yes, she said he’s taking us home.

Where is home?

The little lady smiled soulfully

my world turned to black.

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