46 miles of coal cars

And I can’t explain
What I feel
A few dazed steps
In order to exist
I always wait
46 Miles of coal cars
Stripped almost bear
And the trains pass
From two to six

The room on the first floor
What good is it
If you care to see
Look down below
At the empty streets
The low drab building
And nothing more to see
A door opening
A door closing
An unknown face