Read Poem: BROKEN HEARTS & NARROW-GAUGE TRAINS, by T.J. Morehouse

It’s a sad little train,
on a sad little track.
Near a dirty strip mall,
down in Hackensack.

The “Garden State”.
It ain’t so great.
A broken heart,
is a heavy weight.
The sunshine stings,
she’s Newark bound.
Round the curve,
then you’re downtown.

A bluebird screams,
startled by me.
A polluted river.
Sick Sycamore tree.
You broke my heart,
on the outbound track.
Deep down I know,
this one sad fact.

The train arrives,
always on time.
A round trip, completed.
You’ve circled my mind.

It’s sad little train,
on a sad little track.
And she’s never coming back,
to Hackensack.

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