Poem -


I'm not sure where the midnight train is going tonight  
Out of this current city certainly is right  
Where will it go and when will it arrive  
I don't really care as long as I'm alive 

Hiding in a carriage so I don't have to pay
I'm just a hobo some people would say 
I'm a man that never settles down  
Doesn't have a place to call a home town  

So as I board this midnight train once more
Looking forward to what a new town has in store 
The people will not be welcoming I guarantee 
They don't like wandering folk like me

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