the moan of the diesel giant conductor bellows all aboard July sunset the horizon ablaze desperately we race to catch it. gentle rocking of mother and train hushes the infant silver rails glisten oily black under the new moon dining car's final call the last slice of apple pie calls no one train whistles its own song marks the passing towns the insomniacs wander from car to car going nowhere while going somewhere diamonds on black velvet a cloudless night sky amber morning light the Aroma of coffee envelops the conductor calls         end of the line home at last