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Riding L’Etoile du Nord,

a fine European train

that runs from Amsterdam

to Paris

passing thru Brussels

along the way

I have my shoes off

and I’m relaxed

with a Dutch beer in hand

but the train is running

slowly—

crawling along

like a tortoise

I look out the window

and see a junkyard

where scrap metal

is being recycled

and remain unimpressed

The train crawls

Hell, if I wanted this

I could have stayed

home in Philly

and ridden Septa

but as it stands—

or at least crawls---

I’m here in France

jonesing to arrive in Paris

and finding that

it really ain’t no different

after all

11-20-95

Somewhere between Brussels and Paris