Train

Lit majors will understand the vast profundity of my opening word: apart from that the only explaining I need to do is that I've been talking with people and watching. It all happened so slow. I don't know how to let you read what I've wrote and for you to understand it. So I broke it up and pieced it together differently. I may just post a few of the people I've met and only a few of the things they have said or I've experienced. But if you're gonna read it, read it slow. It happened slow...

So, I am on the Metra.- ive been standing at the back of the last car and looking out the window for a while now...just shifted between tracks and after watching the previous ones slip straight and true into the blue night; well the converging slopes threw me off balance and I hit my head. It really is beautiful and I wish that I had brought a camera to capture it. But then again no that wouldn't do the trick, not for this track. Nor would a video bring it back, to me. To feel the actual chtu chtu chtu of the train, the rolling rocking and rumbling; that's what is needed to make the over hanging trees, the smooth stretching tracts of tracks and utter stillness seen out the back worth anything. Only a travel wearied tramp sitting, feet dangling off at the back, looking out unobstructed by bars and glass could feel the true worth of the creaking wheels slowly jolting to a stop in an empty gravel and track strewn yard filled only
with the life of a sleepy yard lamp droning off a mellow yellow, carpeting the quiet.

Ok. Believe it or not but that lamp just illuminated my tramp! 

I'll fill you in after I have time to watch...

Yours faithfully, Roaming Jack