Gonna Lay Down My Burdens. Mary Monroe

I had seen the men who worked on the railroad turn it when they wanted a train to go in a different direction. I knew that the boxcar that Burl was in had been sitting in the same spot for weeks, but I twisted and wrestled with the turnstile until it shifted.

      I left the train yard running and laughing, trying to imagine the look on Burl’s face when he woke up in Mississippi.