Movement

The rain moved through the night And right into the dawn I awoke to the sound of a loud car horn Got dressed, had a cup, and rushed to catch the train I was taking the Mainline to Philly from Wayne While riders were reading the paper or book I felt the mansions deserved a jealous look As we moved from the so-called good area to bad My mind went from euphoric to sad Boarded up houses catching my curious, roving eye I remembered I hoped that they would all disappear But here today this memory made me shed a tear