Waiting at the Station
Reading bad man news
when lone train moan
faint from the Flats
whispers in my ear
“There’s a better way down the line
if only you would go.”
Been hearing that same wail
since it crept up the mountains
of my youth.
“Come down the track
where you’ll fit in
where they’ll like you
where you’ll like you
where life makes more sense.”
Been saving for the ticket ever since.
– Smith, 12.4.2016
