real estate

the real estate
salesman
promises the world
and gives
you an
apartment next
to the railroad
tracks.
look at the view
he says,
from here you
can see all
the ways over
to there.
he points out
the window to a
patch of trees
and scrub brush
where the remnants
of a hobo camp
lie scattered about.
you like trains,
he asks,
and you say yes.
that you do,
well, you are in
luck he says,
looking at his watch,
you are in for a
treat my friend.
hear that whistle,
here comes one.
now let me get
my pen.