Goodbye Train

chasing a train like way back when across Kansas sixty miles an hour on the straight wire sets dipping between poles creosote bleached in the dry wind a sudden viaduct lifts us up and over the speeding train we race on companionably on the other side now this night I run along the Willamette this road not straight visibility diminished other cars with their own agendas bright blinding coach car seats bleak miserable train slows I blow by hit Canby lights say goodbye train it barrels through the town