A train in the night

A welcomed noise

For worn-out feet
From aching backs
At the end of night shifts

Phonies with a poise
Lone carriages like an empty street
Steel grinding on steel
Rides that come as lifts

Headphones on coloured heads
Every rebel has a colour
And the tune that tames them
When the train coughs, a track drifts

These are tricks the night employs
that time because a gift

Vera