The Gila Monster Route
The lingering sunset across the plain
Kissed the rear end of an east-bound train,
And shone on the passing track close by
Where a dingbat sat on a rotten tie.
He was ditched by the “shack,” and cruel fate,
The “con” highballed, and the manifest freight,
Pulled out on the stem behind the mail,
And beat it east on a sanded rail.
As she pulled away in the fading night