Long Island Railroad

The train glides smooth
Through Einstein's paradox.
Green windows dirty
Lovers embrace
And the drunks.

Some grace might come
If tired feet
Could stretch and kick
Till oblivion's end.


When bridge around
The tableau wearies
Yellow seasick waves
Can break.


O, I could tell you -
But let it be.
I'm homeward bound
On the 5:23.