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Rolling train

lightning sky all hopes dashed off

and eternally etched in stone

all the fallen angels

lay in wait New York state of mind

and I’ll paraphrase

and hope to achieve poetry

not going home

going the other way

in this distant daydream

of evening stars splattered

all across night

I’m going I’m gone

There’s plenty to see

Plenty to do

Or not to do—to do

hang out the village

wearing Phillies cap

ridicule Mets fans

let it rain, let it rain

I ain’t afraid of the rain

been wet before soaked by

the falling rains monsoon night

nothing else to do

It’s all to much to see

in a single evening

single evening sky

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