Last Train to New York City

Is this your first time riding on the train?
Electric cars go rockin’ like guitars.
Some headphones help to fade away the trips.
Wherever you got on we’ve just one stop.
So wire tired eyes with caffeine sips.
We’re going far too fast to count the stars.
I’ve heard, this time, they’re calling for some rain.

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Author: thefragrancewriter

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4 thoughts on “Last Train to New York City”

  4. Hey, nice poem! It reminded me of a song from the “Last Black Man in San Francisco,” this song of melancholic promise. New York is like eastern coast Gold Rush, full of opportunity, and disappointments, madness turned genius, a city that never sleeps. Thanks for the post

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