So many train songs
drip tears from her guitar
under a smoke stained
neon moon.
Long ago she left behind
what couldn’t last because
picket fences don’t ride
steel tracks bound for
anywhere without roots.
Pain always writes better songs
and her dreams without a chance
fueled a guitar case full of them.
Singing heartbreak to the choir,
she watches another city
wind down the clock to the bottom
of an empty beer bottle.
©Susie Clevenger 2013
Comments
anywhere without roots."
Yes! This holds it for me...sometimes I feel like that...aching to be where, "nobody knows my name." That's usually short-lived though...
Great write, Susie!!