Amtrak Can Take You Back

I was an Amtrak rail passenger,

Enjoying a private suite on the train…

I unpacked a five-liter box wine,

To attempt forgetting your name.

The rail cars banged a rhythm,

A clickity clack on the railroad track,

Reminding me of years ago,

And the youth, I’ll never get back.

I passed through Salt Lake City,

Then breezed right through Wyoming,

I stopped once in Montana,

Then more solitary roaming.

I drank my way through Michigan ,

Arriving, awake on the East Coast…

I still felt quite uninspired,

No joy, nothing to toast. 

An ‘aha’ moment at the station

Made clear the magic of Amtrak…

This journey defines who I am.

The next train can take me back.