the railroad yard
the feelings I get
driving past the railroad yard
never on purpose but on my way to somewhere)
are the feelings other men have for other things.
see the tracks and all the boxcars
the tank cars the flat cars
all of them motionless and so many of them
perfectly lined up and not an engine anywhere
where are all the engines?).
drive past looking sideways at it all
wide, still railroad yard
not a human in sight
then I am past the yard
and it wasn’t just the romance of it all
that gives me what I get
but something back there nameless
always making me feel better
as some men feel better looking at the open sea
or the mountains or at wild animals
or at a woman
like those things too
especially the wild animals and the woman
but when I see those lovely old boxcars
with their faded painted lettering
and those flat cars and those fat round tankers
all lined up and waiting
get quiet inside
get what other men get from other things
just feel better and it’s good to feel better
whenever you can
not needing a reason.
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