A ha Train Of Thought

He likes to have the morning paper s Crossword solved Words go up words come down Forwards backwards twisted round He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase Disappears into an office It s another working day And his thoughts are full of strangers Corridors of naked lights And his mind once full of reason Now there s more than meets the eye Oh, a stranger s face he carries with him He likes a bit of reading on the subway home A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows At home a house awaits h