Good Morning

Good Morning

Over the trains tumbling roaring
The conductor came, said, "Good morning"
On his face five a.m. shadow
Punched my ten-ride metra pass
I took it back tried to relax
Set my forehead against the window
And watched the world through green-tint glass
That made the light a little yellow
Tree trunks like old brown leather
Green tinge whites seem under the weather
The setting silver moon turned brass
On all the world a copper cast
But from the east the light that shone
Came through with all the warmer glow