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Sitting in one empty shelter
I suppose the cold surrounded this night
passengers inside on their way north
stark red seats formed sleepers
“used by” pillows then grey blankets
silenced by the smell of Southern Comfort and “Dixi Cola”

Poverty covered old clothes
a wet toilet seat
wind ignited the lonely cigarette
light scattered as the passenger train flew south
unable to stand
rain on my hand
floating slowly into the old township
soldiers jumping
over the gate
the Railway hotel
tickets please
a light flickering busily upon the old car’s stance
an experience to gain
the night train