Alan L. Winters

LAST TRAIN

I lie in bed but cannot sleep.
How long have I been here?
What time is it? I have no clue.
But then I hear a whistle blow
And everything is clear.
It must be 12:15
For the last train’s rolling through
With a dozen dozing passengers
Heading down to Baltimore
Then south to New Orleans.
So I settle in the bed again
And travel in my dreams.