Train Travel By Night – July 27, 1983 – Paris – Journal

Night time
Someplace in America
Friday night
Travel by night
o fun
Nothing to see, but Darkness
Sometimes passing through small town.
The semi-blue TV glow
In the living room window
Marking the passing houses
Upstairs
All the children asleep___
Mom and Dad have gone out
For dinner, for drinks, with their friends
In the suburbs
Leaving Young Janie to babysit
Mom and Dad’s Little Johnny___
Does Jenny make phone calls?
Or text??
Does Jenny have plans to have boys come over
To have no panty sex heavy breathing no panting___
Even Little Johnny’s dad wants her
Janie on Mom’s bed
Naked
Safe for the panties on her ankles___
But Janie’s not giving it up.
Not tonight
But one night soon.
Yes, that is what the night hides from the train traveler
Suburban sins of a Friday night.
And the train keeps a-rolling
All
Across America.

I always on the south window heading back from Boston to New York on a Amtrak train.

Once passign through the pine barrens beyond Provindence, I spotted a young teen girl standing alone on a dirt road crossing naked. She danced to something and was gone. I’ve never forgotten her.
Nothing to see, but Darkness
Sometimes passing through small town.
The small semi white electric lights glow
Marking the passing houses
All the children asleep
Mom and Dad have gone out
For dinner, for drinks, with their friends
In the suburbs
Leaving Young Janie to babysit
Mom and Dad’s Little Johnny___
Does Jenny make phone calls?
Does Jenny have plans to have boys come over
To have no panty sex heavy breathing no panting.
Even Little Johnny’s dad wants her
Having Jane on Mom’s bed
Naked
Safe for the panties on her ankles
But Janie’s not giving it up.
She’s saving it for Bobbie Be Badd
Not tonight
But one night soon.
Yes, that is what the night hides from the train traveler
Suburban sins of a Friday night.
And the train keeps a-rolling
All night long
Across America___

I always on the south window heading back from Boston to New York on a Amtrak train.

Once passing through the pine barrens beyond Providence, I spotted a young teen girl standing alone on a dirt road crossing naked. She danced to something and was gone. I’ve never forgotten her. In the barrens. The pines are never bare.

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