the downtown train station sparkled at noon
as six or eight passengers lugged bags
across a grand gleaming room and yet
you sat shrouded in that cloud of ongoing
gloom, tears like winter rain washed what
remained of your too soon departure to mun/
dane Midwest towns with odd names
announced with a frown in the dark
by a tired black porter,
he sang off
not out
of tune.
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