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[aid] => Mick
[title] => My Jacket Took A Ride On A Downtown Train
[time] => 2003-01-29 08:00:00
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[bodytext] => Late at night on a downtown train
Face to the window,watching the rain Bright city lights,illuminating streets Steam rises up from the daytime heat Hustlers hustle and buskers busk Crawling out from tunnels to rort at dusk I'm watched by the eyes of a man not fed Posessing live flesh but with a soul half dead My heart reaches out as I think to say "Do you need anything?",but he turns away He too watches the rain falling in sheets I suppose he's wondering where he'll find a dry street With my walkman and cd's,my book and my mind I put up my feet and lay back to unwind Then the call for my stop, rings out through the train After the stench of this carriage,I can't wait to smell rain I collect all my things and as I rise to leave I take one more look at the man before me In my heart I know that this man still has pride So I turn up the walkman,leave my coat for the ride Walking away,I daren't look to see In case this man is calling to me As I step from the carriage out into the rain I know I did the right thing leaving my coat on the train [comments] => 3 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 31 [informant] => LovingWhispers [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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