tracks

it might have been utah

too much time

running from nothing

and the place didn’t like me much

there might have been a girl

i’m sure

i couldn’t guess at her name

but i’ll bet that

she still knows mine

when she spits on the ground

my welcome took a west bound train

san francisco i think

or it might have been portland

i always loved the north west coast

it doesn’t matter

one place always was as good

as another

until it just wouldn’t do

the exercise

was the going away

the last step on the platform

maybe a sandwich or two

a hand full of words

i never really cared to say

but said at least one million times

i suppose some occasions

cry out for cliche’s

and sad

knowing looks

even children recognize

the moment it broke

was always clear to me

the sounds

each engineer makes

approaching a crossing

is unique

a signature

a nightingale’s song

in a meadow of

biblical proportion

i am overwhelmed by

wildflowers at night

stems broken

unable to hide from the moon

unable to escape

words of encouragement

to hand the conductor

my boarding pass