Friday, May 29, 2009
It's a little like Folsom Prison around here...
I live about 20 feet from the train tracks. Sometimes the sound stops me. It is immediate and I close my eyes. Sometimes is shakes the house. I let that lonesome whistle blow my blues away. Sometimes the trains are riding by really slowly like they are looking for someone, or something, or got lost along the way. It happens to the best of us, I guess.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
I too sometimes hear that train a coming, rollin' round the bend. Some days Its like I ain't seen the sun shine since, I dont know when.
I like your style and your thoughts, I'll follow if you dont mind. I began blogging about 4 days ago and I am looking for friends.
Will you be my friend? Check yes or No. Maybes are unacceptable.
Post a Comment