Night And Day He Was The One Poem by Donal Mahoney

There's a glorious sound system now
in the restored train depot where recruits
from all over the nation once took a
train to Camp Breckinridge before
taking a plane to Korea.

A fellow who came back from Korea
stopped in at the depot on one leg
recently for a moment of nostalgia.
A burger and fries cost him 20 bucks,
up from the two bucks he paid in '51.
And the music was not quite the same.

A waiter in a bow tie and derby said
they still had the old juke box,
the big Wurlitzer, in the basement
under a sheet or a shroud.
Plug it in and give it a quarter
and he said old Frank would sing.