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Softly rumbling in the dark distant moonlit woods
The midnight coal train
Moans Coltrane
Slowly growing closer
Louder second by second
Groaning moans trembling
Vibrations)) shaking
the earth like
A thousand buffaloes
And an army of ghost riders
And headless horsemen
Descending from the sky
The steady ground shakes
Bearing the fearful earthquake
Path ahead
The ancient calvaries’ destination
Lies in the eyes and minds
Of bulls on parade seeing red
The nucleolus of mounting vibrations
And sounds emerging from
The distant gentle hum
Reaches a rhythmic violent climax
As the steam engine blasts
Resounding while
Motherloads of freight cargo
And the occasional random hobo
Breeze by in the wind
And follow
Steam engine number 99 leading
The very last car passing on by towards home
Toward the hopeful morning destination
In the bright and tranquil sunrise
of the lonely railyard waiting alone
in the growing silence of mourning
faded memories of chaotic yester-nights
slowly wither away with the wind flow
