On the train last night
An evening in the light
Penn Station I was bound
Indian native sounds.

The band was in full swing
Organized trampling Penn
Instruments of wind
Lore from ancient things.

I rose to meet the street
Bitter cold, moving to the beat
Taxi's flying around
Pregnant purpose reads the sounds.

I caught her vacant stare
Homeless in despair
Freezing in the night
A lonely troubled sight.
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