Freight Train

He spread his coat on the gravel pile,
Not comfortable, but the boy had style
And all the while,
Just feet away,
Roared a freight train.
It was a long, slow train.
And afterard though pouring rain
We ran to his house along the tracks,
And made love again,
And again,
For no other reason than because we could.

As light and inconsequential it seemed from the start
I must admit he broke my heart
Probably for no other reason than because he could.