Late train home

A haggard couple stumble down the dirt road to the station

Stand at the boomgates 

As I board the train

Late train whistles as it glides by the prison

Lights on in the windows of each cell

We stare across at each other through the trees

Late train nearly back in the city

Slides across the river

It’s pitch black underneath

Late train comes into the station

Hear the metal warble

In the cold, wet air