On a Southbound Train

On a Southbound Train

A Poem by Tkess

 

The telephone poles race past my window

And my mind races through past conversations

Stopping every so often to break my heart, again

On a southbound train

 

You see this country in a heartbeat

The landscape makes hazy, yellow B-lines

Runnin’ from my home,

My hope,

My fears

On a southbound train

 

This ol’ world turns a candy apple grey

Like memories or last night’s dream

It fades away

Sitting here on a

Laundry mat blue night

On a southbound train

 

Fever eye, beneath a bloodshot moon

Buildings peak out from the distance

Like a stone mausoleum that’s not yet closed

Illuminating halo lighting the way home

On a southbound train

 

The air has the odor of malcontent

And I’m smoking like a diesel engine

I drank my last paycheck,

Thinking of you

On a southbound train

 

The night’s as black as a crow’s nest

Or the hearts of my ex-girlfriends

And I’m so close to my home

And I never felt so far away

On a southbound train

 

And no bags in the luggage compartment

Just the clothes I have on my back

It’s 3 Am and I can’t sleep

This ol’ world keeps turning

And my mind keeps spinning

On a southbound train

 

The sidewalk ends at the edge of our innocence

And the streets end at the edge of our world

These tracks seem to go one forever

And my mind seems to forever remain

On a southbound train

 

The music plays slow and low and unobtrusive

And I was so green when we first met

And the dress you wore was so yellow

And the purple sunset was so inspiring

But the blue just turns to grey

On a southbound train

 

I put my hat on my lap

And my thoughts are locked deep inside

I was reckless in your eyes

But, a child in my mind

On a southbound train

© 2011 Tkess


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Part Arlo Guthrie, Part Charles Bukowski. All around awesome.

Posted 12 Years Ago


The rating I give you will speak for me.

Posted 12 Years Ago


It seems as if I have traveled that same train before.. This reads like a sound and grabs at the soul.. Very raw and relateable.. I love the way you used the colors to show the emotion.. Love it..xx

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Tkess
Tkess

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