Though seconds away
They’ll be docking some pay
It’s holding me back
I can’t cross the track
A long wooden arm
Is guarding from harm
Another late arrival of the snooze alarm
And that Midwestern train
It just goes and goes
For however long nobody knows
It goes and goes and goes and goes
Clickety-clack the wheels on the track
Tickety-tock the hands on the clock
I shift into park
And sit in the dark
What else can I do?
I can’t make it through
I’m stuck—
But decidedly better than struck
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Andrew Dabar