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I SIT IN WANT OF A TRAIN

I Sit in want of a train
and wa t unt'l the next one whistles by.

The pigeon-lady throws her crumbs,
and friends fly to her
like ra'n to a withered weed.
IJhen the luggage cart rolls by
they fly, but SOon fly back
to the never-empty paper bag of crumbs.

From a cadillac steps a man
with cowboy hat,
in jeans and a western shOrt.
His wife and seven ch'ldren
now emerge, same country gear.
They decide where to go, all speaking only German.

A man winds mechanical toys
and shouts to passers,
"Buy one for the kid at home;
Theytre cheap, only a few bucks."
Again he turns their keys,
and watches as they waddle and roll in circles.

I sit in Want of a tra'n
and wa't until the next one whistles by.