Train Hopping

I am a nomad, a traveling train hopper.

Heart beats fast, the night is black

no one knows we're here

Heavy breathing, patiently awaiting

the arrival

of a train, we know its coming

we just don't know when

the horn blows as it enters into the rail yard, and it comes to a stop

unsure of where we will stop, we hop right up, and board the train

fingers crossed we don't get caught, as workers check the cars

we sit

silently awaiting

the departure

of a train

going anywhere but here

As we roll out of the rail yard, the cheering of the group begins

A drink is had for the victory, we win

we got out of the yard, no one getting caught

Almost always on a grainer porch

a group of four, sometimes more piled all together

Talking of which city we take over next

all hiding under sleeping bags, the ride gets pretty cold

after stories, jokes and lots of laughs

living our dream out on the road

Awakened by the screeching of the wheels against the tracks

the sun welcomes you into the new day in the most beautiful way

looking like a water color painting

you're flying down the tracks, the wind in your face

our world, is a beautiful place

cornfields, oceans, mountains, rivers, lakes,

living free

enjoying the beauty

of a train