Eclectic
Beaux-artsian
Perpetually reinvented
From a glorious past
To this post industrial
Being
Dysfunctional
Between the cracks
Of what is public
Of what is private
This building stands
Against weather
And unrest
As a witness
Of high ideals
And pedestrian anecdotes
I visit it daily
For now
And I stare
At its beauty
And I cannot
I really cannot
Understand how
How is it
How is it possible
They got the trains so
So
Wrong.
