into the night
sometimes.
shovel after shovel
of coal
into the open door
of the engine.
more and more.
i liked the speed of
the train.
the sweat and grime.
the wind at my back,
the aches
the pain.
give me another day,
dear Lord,
one more.
just one more
day of work please,
on that rolling train.
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