Midnight Train (For Day One)

I hear the midnight train,

And wish that I was on it.

The pounding of its passing pushes its way through the miles separating. A distant warning horn wails.

I wish I was on it. My bags at my feet, my head rests against the glass, the vibrations make my eyes play tricks on my brain. My hand curls under my chin as the lights rush past, just a blur of golden yellow. 

My body moves with the trains swaying speed.

My destination, just somewhere that's not here. 

I hear the midnight train.

I wish that I were on it.

(Yes, I know I'm late to the party. Better late than never? I lost track of time this month)