Train yard along the entrance to 480W,
holds tanker and other railroad cars.
Parked in rows, as rush hour traffic
races past lines, those waiting
to get back on the tracks.
The nearly “U turn”
makes you wonder,
Does anybody really know
which direction we are heading?
Which doesn’t directly correlate
or coordinate with Chicago’s
group who sang so much
to the confusion of the
period or “times:”
“Does Anybody Really Know
What Time It Is?”