Time Is the Late Train into Albany

by John Ciardi

John Ciardi

Time is the late train into Albany
Keokuk, Wichita, Mobile.

The drummer in the pullman
Is progress on the wheel.

The ash-blonde in the day coach
Looks up each time you pass.

The dining car is blazing
In silver plated brass.

And hours due everywhere,
Days, years back to climb.

Distance multiplied by need
Of being there is time.

Time is lights and places with no names
Flashing from dark spaces.

Time is the blonde will have a pullman soon
To get down to cases.

Collected Poems of John Ciardi

Last updated March 01, 2023