When you press your hand against
The frantic beating of my breast
I fall into the sinner's rest
And get on board the night train
I leave you drowsing in the gloam
As madness climbs onto her throne
And bids my sufi soul come home
Night train, night train
With Hermes' touch upon mine eye
I cross the Styx without my bride
And touch down where the bodies lie
Night train, night train, night train
And all the deaded folk I knew
Come far and near into my view
And all the tumblin' times accrued
Are crowded on the night train
Past midnight when the sirens moan
For destinations yet unknown
The maiden, nymph and sacred crone
Play rummy on the night train
The fates are hunched around their light
Play scissors, paper, rock all night
The needle, thread and sewing knife
Too dull when on the night train
John Keats is in the dining car
Smoking reefers at the bar
He's left the windows all ajar
Night train, night train, night train
And if he hears the nightingale
His tie unknots, his face goes pale
His heart beneath the clacking rail
Midnight, night train
Oscar Wilde, the émigré
The fin de siecle Queen of May
Reclines upon the empty page
Surrenders to the night train
And in the passage, knocking doors
Comes Diaghilev collecting for
The salon of the Russian whores
Now open on the night train
While Truman, Gore and Tennessee
Whose gothic Saturnalia's free
Are fucking sailors three by three
Night train, night train, night train
My porter comes, my fare unpaid
My bad side and my bed unmade
My lips uncombed, my trousers frayed
His epaulets, his gold brocade
His winning smile, his unafraid
His jacket falls, his buttons splay
He lingers on the night train
As night unwinds its gentle noose
And all the rays of dawn break loose
I lightly skip from the caboose
Sayonara, night train
With Orphic strains from far ahead
I drink the Lethe and leave the dead
I leave my bachelors unwed
My vespers and my psalms unsaid
My incubus unquenched, nor fed
My absinthe drained of all its lead
The Eastern sky is glowing red
I find the path where others fled
And crawl back in my marriage bed
Forgetting of the night train
My sufi soul is slowly drawn
My Ruth amid the alien corn
I find you standing in the dawn
Untravelled on the night train
I fall out of the sinner's rest
And comes the beating of my breast
When soon you press your hand against
The siding of my night train
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