Days gone by ...

A glimpse of my USA travel log ... why did i post it here ... no idea really just babbling, smiling remembering ...

02h22 1st August 2007

Just passed through Little Rock AR (not sure if that is Arkansas or Arkansaw) Managed to pop out for a smoke quickly. Tried sleeping but to no avail it equates to sleeping at a kitchen table, without the table. The train is really motoring right now. They are three hours behind schedule so they have some catching up to do. The Amtrak service is governed not by Amtrak but rather the diffrent companies that own the railroads that it travels on. So the controling company has right of way and mostly goods trains have preference. So we often get sidelined for ten minutes or twenty minutes while we wait on a goods train to finish their business and then we can use the track.

So what do we discuss at 02h30 in the morning, on a train powering on through the night. Do we try to write some form of poetry about it?

If you hear the far off sound of the trains horn in the middle of the night,
dont dispair for it will be passing soon with its pistons pumping,
leaving in its wake the image of a winding metal snake

Spare a thought for those aboard
for they are the single mothers caring for their children,
on their way to see the sea
Spare a thought for the business man, who is agitated for the train running late as he gets home to his family.
Dont forget the student in the corner, not sure of their identity with painted black nails, who dares not look you in the eye.
To the traveler, eagerly eyeing the window, drinking the coffee and eating the stale foods, for you see everything is new to him precious little goes unnoticed. Camera always at the ready. Where does he come from and where might he be going?

On that train spare a thought for those that work through the night, they clean, maintain and drive the train. I have seen them sorting the luggage, I have seen them tending to the elderly on their way to see their kids in Arazona. They look tired and are absorbed in their duties, also homeward bound to hug their kids and put them to bed.

So dont despair for the train will pass and the sounds will fade and the images will swirl in the wake of your sleeplessness and untill you hear the horn again, spare a thought for those lonesome travelers speeding through the night. If by chance you may be priveledged enough to ride the train, dont forget those asleep in the middle of the night as you thunder on by.

[ OK OK OK enough of the crap already. Soon i will have white fluffy rabbits jumping through hoops in the verses. ]

Hey Aristole, You big blue eyed rabbit jumping dog, have you no shame, are you not afraid of your member turning lame. Leave the Aussie rabbit alone, her eyes should be the clue, that if you continue to screw,she will disintegrate and turn into a shrew. Be done with her, otherwise you will have no fun with her and be saddled with a blunt instrument and gain no possible pleasure at your leisure.

[this shit is getting worse and worse]

02h58 and all is not well. [when is start righting rubbish like that well then there is little hope]

We are crawling up to some station again or possibly a siding and waiting for some activity. The train has slowed and the images are no longer a blurred streak in the dark. The train driver is really hooter happy and overly zelous with his horn. [in my opinion] but then i am not an USA Amtrak Train Driver.

Chicago tomorrow, that should be cool. Looking forward to it. Need to be very wise and non impulsive with the money. Stretch every cent as far as i can.

Hey Mister train driver, why do you honk your horn?As far as i can see there is no need at this early hourIs it stuck or jammed, or is your shift rather bland. Whatever the reason, we are trying to sleep, so if you dont mind could you please put a sock in it, or face the wrath of a single mom.