Empty building

Somewhere north of Newark
(but could be most anywhere, USA)
you sit:
a windows broken,
interior gutted,
paint peeled,
iron rusted,
graffiti marked,
empty building.

As the train rolls by I wonder:
What did you house in your prime?
What have you witnessed in your time?

23 November 2011
Amtrak 91

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