down at the port
wish I’d sailed on the sea
worked on a big ship
big life, big adventure, big stories
big waves, big rocks, lonely lighthouse
I’m at the bottom of the sea
with other bottom feeders
scraping bottom
at the bottom of a bottomless pit
watching a train yard
it makes me wonder;
what if I’d worked on a train?
might have been interesting
brakeman brake
wave your lantern
out the train, down the stairs
drown my always present cares
trackside bar
old boxcar
