I've Always Had a Fear of Trains

I hear them clink, clink, clink on the age old tracks

Almost every minute of every hour of every night

It’s a sound that used to be foreign to me

And don’t even get me started on the screeching

And the hooking of the cars, bang, bang

It took a week to realize it’s impossible to drown out

But eventually, just like the rest of the block -

And every ghetto neighbourhood in every city -

In every movie that anyone has seen where pain -

Is like the train, blowing the horn in our faces -

especially at night, when everything else seems

To be silent – hears it as a lullaby

Somewhere inbetween, a day that is dateless,

It has become the sound that is necessary,

To be able to sleep and to be able to dream

And yet, it doesn’t call or know my name

It just is always there, the never ending

Vision of blinking red, dull lights

Only to wake up every morning wondering

Where is the train? Knowing well enough,

Until the next night.