The Boston Night Train

The Boston Night Train
by Howard Günter Fass
The diesel engine rumbles in the distance, it’s brute force thunderous and majestic.
It’s turning shakes the windows as it’s power pulls forward the train.
There is the smell of the fuel.
Conductor radio’s electronic announcements make static insect sounds suspended in air.
The women in the car are chatting and giggling now.
The men are quiet, absorbed into the screens of their phones as they slip away into and out of their minds if only to forget.
The daily drama of life is completed in the train-car as it creeks and moans along leaving Boston at night.
The stars in the sky, they are a passing by.
The stars in the lights of the buildings are a passing by.
I’m staring out the window out into the darkness and I too pass by.
My thoughts, they wander in the gentle rocking forward motion.
Moving forward.
There’s a silent beauty to my isolation amidst these people, the motion and the outside world because I hold a secret.
Alone.
Not alone.
She holds me and I hold her.
Love has set me free.
The stars in the sky, they are a passing by.
The stars in the lights of the buildings are a passing by.
I’m staring out the window out into the darkness and I too pass by.
She holds me and I hold her.
Love has set me free.
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Howard Günter Fass
H.G.FASS STUDIO PRODUCTIONS
September / 2024

[@PKyran42]

were any of these videos actually taken in boston? you showed a NYC subway train.

[@howardfass]

Some shots were in Boston, NYC and Europe. I pulled from my library of scenes and chose which one’s worked best for the poem and story. Good eye for detail. Thanks…