It is 2:51 in the friggin' morning!
The train rambles by, jolting the skeletons of the houses in the neighbourhood it trashes through
Silver bug, is rudely shaken to consciousness and begins his high pitched scream
On without losing its breath, the alarm screams
Till death bestowed on the car battery grants the stillness of the night
Its gentle rest, willed by heavy bodies slowly churning in discomfort between the sheets
Dear midnight train to Alabama,
Would you be more polite please?