from over 40 years ago...
The railroad stop's a narrow place:
two views, two windows in between.
Some watch to see the sun come up.
Some others watch to see the train.
The choice is not as simple as it seems.
Both occupations run their risks.
The train is stayed by snow, or strike,
the sun involved in clouds, or mist.
The watchers who come earliest
debate the pro and con, to pass the time.
But neither side will win the point.
The sun won't toot. The train won't shine.
Their conversation wanders far afield.
Each faction swears
the other dances with the Deuce!
One shouts. The other plugs its ears.
A newcomer might never learn
just what the quarrel sprouted from.
Nonetheless, he has no choice but choose:
west is the train, east is the sun.