Way Out There

rainstorm 2

It’s way out from way out.
Train misses it every time.
They gotta gas station
sells cigarettes. People come
for the lack of world it’s got.
Some people leave like me.

All I got now is enough city
to hang me. But I been lookin’
over my shoulder bad. Enough
I’m on a train losing its way. By
midnight, I should be back – in
a little rainstorm town.

 

Photo: Earth.com

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