LOSING THE BLUES AT A RAILROAD STATION

he loves to hear the joyful whistle blowing clearing his mind of dark despairs, loves to breathe in the scented whoosh of the halting wheels as he stands on the platform watching a   train arrive, and when he waves at the engineer or a porter-it makes him feel so alive

it's the arrivals and the departures, the clickety-clack refrain, the pageantry and majesty of it all that so quickly enthralls