WESTBOUND TRAIN

Arriving from
An iron horse journey
Of a westbound train
My eyes and ears
Are my mouth
My hunger unrestrained

My head last night
Hung out the window
While all behind me died
The cool night air
Whipped my face
While all sleep left my eyes

Emotion coming on to me
Like a Leonard Cohen song

My bags lie solemn
Crushed and crumpled
Piled in the corner
Anxious to be
Free again
While I roam the quarter

Arriving from
An iron horse journey
Of a westbound train
I’m nowhere yet
But I feel I’m back where I belong