I am riding on a limited express, one
of the crack trains of the nation.
Hurtling across the prairie into blue haze
and dark air go fifteen all-steel coaches
holding a thousand people.
(All the coaches shall be scrap and rust and
all the men and woman laughing in
the diners and sleepers shall pass to
I ask a man in the smoker where he is
going and he answers: “Omaha.”