on a rainy nothing going on june day
darkness infiltrating every room
laying on a bed of gloom
gypsy memories dancing all around
nothing remotely noteworthy
plenty of things cringeworthy
a life so unworthy I couldn’t get a penny for it
at the pawnshop on the corner with the steel bars
full of musical instruments full of sour notes
played by wannabe neverwas musicians mostly
next door to my favorite bar
where it’s like going into a deep dark cave
instead of spelunking you’re drunking
nobody wants to know your name
nobody ******* cares, they just come to drink
what the hell could I have been thinking all those times
wasn’t much of an engineer
so often I was unhinged / off the rails / derailed
plowing into the rocks and dirt down the embankment
or doing a casey jones into the rear of a stalled train
spilling passengers and cargo all over the countryside
tangled steel littering the trestle smoke wafting
sixty miles an hour around a curve - why not?
on my way out -- too old to care now
