Pada pada pada,
rails lead us through the corrugated
rundown shanty-town.
The darkness toward midnight keeps our
eyes from fixing into the backstreets.
Labyrinths of twisting turning alleyways-
Where laughing and shouting radiate
from small warm taverns.
The train kept moving and pumping
as if triumphant through the
rundown town.
Anticipation had infected us,
we were quite ready for the choo choo
warcry!
Not even the splish of a motor letting
off steam would be heard.
Old tractors and rusted out vans scatter
the railway yards leading all the way out
to the outskirts-
where the wee hours screech into the dusty desert.
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