The midnight train chugged and purred
with just an occasional horn.
The ceiling fans hummed and whirred.
A handful of lights were on.
People slept without a care.
They had toiled hard, and far roamed.
Soon a scent would fill the air.
The scent of returning home.
Some will hang up their old boots.
And some will find a new route.
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