Locomotive

Heavy

black

masses

of iron and steel

are

choking out

smoke and brawn,

 

working the night

through the

harsh

chill

winds,

pulling the world

along with them,

 

as we are safe,

 

warm,

inside the Pullman,

sipping midnight-brewed

Earl Grey from porcelains,

 

watching the frost form

on the windows,

and wishing to go back

 

to the sleeping car.