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The 4am Express Train Boarded at the East Station A fare of 50 cents The 4am Express train Un-inhabited by the daily crowd A man in the back, his head titled down needle spikes dancing on his arms A woman, the blush of her face drowning tears falling a picture in her hand The 4am express train gliding through the frigid air of an urban winter lights flickering the groggy smell of the days passengers lingering Smoke ridden clothes the dead rat jammed under the seat since \'98 a cocktail of cheap perfumes The 4am Express trains driver his eyes wide open from shots of caffine something his face in a frency of electrical expre