I don’t understand why people don’t like traveling by train every day. It’s the moment you can slowly wake up to the soft babbling around you of the others you share your morning with while passing a soothing landscape. It’s like a short travel through time where you’re allowed to be bored and you can think about your life as it is now after a stressful and busy day in your hectic life.
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I can hear the trains at night in my new house. It makes me think of the ocean, of the tracks wrapping around the bay like a necklace. It’s so beautiful out there near the water, near the tracks. Where life will stop for a moment as the train goes blaring by, announcing itself to the sea and to all the little people asleep in their beds dotting along the shore line. And as the train passes on the quiet of the night sinks back in.
As I sit here my mind wanders to another place, a different time. I see a man sitting alone in a baggage car, his hands dirty, his boots worn, his beard long. He has no ticket, no destination. Nothing to run from yet nothing to return too. While he sits there, his feet dangling from the open door, he thinks of a girl he once love. A tear forms in the corner of his eye. He pauses, brushes it away and takes a long drink from his whiskey bottle. He smiles as it warms his soul. The road was his companion now and he was happy, fore he was free. He lights a cigarette, takes another swig of whiskey and begins to sing… I awake from my daze as the train I’m on begins to move again, it’s time to get back to work. I’m in a better mood now than I was before because the man in the dream was me, and I know one day I’ll be free. One day I’ll be happy.
I used to ride this train,
It took me to and fro
On nights and weekends
Come Fall or Spring
I usually sat below
It took me home and back again
It took me back and home again
Carrying me straight along
I don’t take this train anymore
Only once in a blue moon
It takes me no longer East
But back in time now
To times simpler than this
When it didn’t quite matter who I was or where I was going.