the goodbye train

the goodbye train

A Poem by Daniel Atkinson

the dying train bleats a farewell
farewell to the weedy tracks that trail its rusted hulk
farewell to the small town down south
with its crooked cops and bars that stink of old beer
and the bum that wished the dying train would take him anywhere
as it lumbered and chortled past on a hot day in june
it bleats a farewell to the love that was
the love
the love
that glowed so warm when the coals were just right
that held and kept
that stayed, that stayed
the love that would never end
until it did.

goodbye town and goodbye bum.
goodbye love and goodbye home.

© 2018 Daniel Atkinson


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Daniel Atkinson
Daniel Atkinson

Atlanta, GA



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