An Argument of Trains

In a late-night dialect of shrill whistles
we debate the tracks' declining quality
and the weight of brakemen's hands.

We crouch and drowse in February drizzle,
slow freights dreaming in the dark and gritty.
We're not up to this century's demands

not like the overseas futuristic missiles
that hurtle supersonic from city to city,
silver trains leaping across silver spans.

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