Sometimes it rides by night, sometimes by day.
It's time to roll when all the magic comes.
Don't walk the tracks of this old railway,
them rats and mice would love themselves some crumbs.
They come in trains, the routes run A to Z,
and I must hustle just to get on board.
It's Chitty-Chitty Brilliance just for me.
The muse conducts, my pen moves, rest assured.
Sometimes it's like a midnight run ensues,
but then sometimes it's afternoon delight.
I know, a magic train, a driving muse -
might be a reach but so is rail to flight.
And if the muse should try to shake me loose
I'll write graffiti on her old caboose.