Turnstile Heart Station Poem by louis rams

I have a turnstile heart-pay the price and become a part
Like the train- it has many stops you see.
And if the price is right, it could be between you and me.

But most, just like to take the ride
And they wave as they pass me by.
Some will stop to talk awhile
Others will laugh and give a smile.

Then I have the ones who want to share
Their pains, their hurts, and despairs.
This is called the lonely heart station
Where people look in fascination.

You have some pains- don’t be shy
Drop them off as you’re flying by.
This heart has seen so much pain
That they take it as a game.

So pay the price or make your bet
For it gets better yet.

I have a special two for one
I have the bullet, you have the gun.