Next Train to Springwood

Thunder cracks.  
It's ripping through  
my mind,  
and through my sleep.  
Rain thrashes    
my windows.  
An all out assault.  
Hail piercing the tiling  
of my roof.  
And a train    
hurtles by.  
The scraping    
metal, of the gears  
to the track.    
Not as loud  
that's a welcome change  
tonight isn't    
all that bad.  
   
Too many    
distractions.  
I've learnt to    
love it.  
Like an ipod playlist  
set on repeat.  
Megadeth's the go tonight.  
Rust in peace  
my favorite album.  
The night still    
restless.  
And wild.  
Maybe a walk?  
I suppose.  
   
Dressed from head  
to foot, in black.  
A leather jacket  
a pair of jeans.  
And my overused    
sneakers.  
A poor choice  
don't need    
to tell me twice.  
Reaching into my  
jacket pocket.  
I pull out an umbrella  
cast it open  
And set it above    
my head.  
At least  
 
I won't get too wet.  
The thunder cracks again,  
almost hostile.  
And sounds angered  
that i'm about tonight.  
In it's territory,  
it's time.  
Maybe I'll head to a bar..  
or a bottle'o.  
Woolies is always open  
'til three o'clock  
I think?  
   
There we go  
cheap piss.  
I'll head to  
the train station.  
Enjoy the free trip  
the cheap    
midnight delights.  
It's available to    
us citizens.  
Until the sun    
rises,  
Or I pass out.  
Good thing  
Emu plains station  
has a covering.  
I'll be right.  
   
The chill comes  
through, usually at night..  
Such a night..    
The moon bleaming up    
at me, wishing me goodnight.  
Smiling back  
giving it a nod    
and a wink.  
A train pulls in  
and I'm stumbling aboard  
to find a place  
to rest.  
Maybe I'll end up  
in Springwood.  
Or in the heart of Sydney.  
Either way,  
I'm fine.