| In the Salt Lake railyard |
| on what would be our lone trip, |
| Harp told me why he bummed |
| the country, criss-crossing |
| from Lansing to Pine Bluff, |
| Corvallis to Pensacola: |
| inside a locomotive, he died |
| nightly in his dreams, |
| and the end was like a free- |
| falling upward, a high dive |
| flight toward the stars-- |
| and how one night he dreamed |
| he lay flat on the rails, |
| the Amtrak Empire Builder |
| approaching, its whistle |
| like something out of Genesis, |
| and it was that roaring |
| engine that called: Harp, change |
| your life--heaven is everywhere |
| the next freight train goes. |
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| Back to And Shadow Remained |