As the Train Tunnels Down the Track

As the train tunnels down the tracks
It sounds like wind howling back
To the car horns and gentle breeze
Of this untypical warm fall evening.

The yellow glares of head lights relax
As cars gather with less darkness to attack.
And the railroad crossing brightens with such ease
That trains, cars, and crossings become silly things.

As it gets later the chill on checks grows
And blood surfaces for an even redder nose.
The warm front falls to the cold of the season
And the train ends seemingly without reason.

The cars pass over the tracks as traffic flows
And red tail lights run away in couplet rows.
The trek of the train has merely just begun
But in cars time is counted just for fun.