The train

by carmenmariamandley

The train moans in Memphis
Cuts through midtown long and lean, tired
Separating the Haves from the rest at 3 am
It reminds me of hot Florida nights in the Orange groves

We heard the pealing laughter of those who
would set those trees ablaze for sport
We knew the sanctity of their flesh
How it provided for us

And so it winds, shifts, bumps on this February Night
Of course, warmer than it should be
Of course, more melodic
It’s Memphis after all.