Box cars run by a mile long.
And I wonder what they say to each other
When they stop a mile long on a sidetrack.
Maybe their chatter goes:
I came from Fargo with a load of wheat up to the danger line.
I came from Omaha with a load of shorthorns and they
splintered my boards.
|2017||The Symbolic Life||Hayan Charara|
|2017||Circus City||Carol Frost|
|2017||Lonely Planet||Nate Klug|
|2017||Daily Conscription||Kyle Dargan|
|1922||On Broadway||Claude McKay|
|1916||Sea Iris||H. D.|
|2017||Late Summer||James Brasfield|