Oh, there’s a long night up ahead, announces
The conductor as the train watches the
Last glimpse of light from the city
Dissipate behind our wake.
You know what I mean,
It’s one of those long nights in the darkness;
The kind of night that
Remembers every word you write, and
Every mistake and regret you had.
It remembers and it shouts it louder than
Your ears can take before bursting apart.
The train reminded me of the city,
But it felt eerie and mysteriously different.
Less outside noise, more inner contemplation.
I was writing a few thoughts down when
We hit a bump in the tracks.
The hanging lights shuddered and quaked,
On and off, on and off they flickered,
Startling the sleeping customers and
Amusing the man playing scales on a light
Acoustic guitar that never seemed to go out of tune.
We drove through the night without a thought
Of the darkness enveloping the steel of the train,
Still bounding through the desert,
The forest, the mountains, and the dusky, dead villages.
I remembered what it was like when home existed,
But tonight the train was my home, and tomorrow
The same train, headed somewhere else.
It’s going to be a long night, but the
Guitar and this pen will save me from my misery,
And the regrets consuming around us.