The 3:09 is moving fine, its freight is in a hurry, through Kansas plains and Texas rains- its owners needn't worry. The Santa Fe arrives today in Austin's cargo station, its engineer, his whole career, has met his obligation. Though now renowned, last summer found the thunderheads surrounded, tornado tracks did not relax, and lightning storms abounded. The spotless state, his on-time slate, has suffered imperfection, but freight preserved, he had deserved his clients' gained affection.
The song by Jack Huber/Christopher Gordon:
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AuthorJack has published over 350 poems in his career, many with his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana. Archives
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