I take it, the crust
Of the moment,
One word
At a time…

Move it
Cross country
Past the livery
Stable, the train’s

Box-cars, all
‘A hoot’
On the half hour
Siding where

… Same as Great
Grandma,
I put it
In a pipe

And smoke it.

editors note: Yup! Ride them rails as far as they’ll take ya. Better to smoke than be smoked. – mh clay