Pocket Fiction

Watching the Trains Go By

Published October 13, 2017 in Hobos , LA Stories - 0 Comments

Watching the trains2

Red ball, line of freight cars

big as a football field.

Standing on the platform,

smoking a cheap cigar.

Thinking about the next stop,

forgetting all the last stops.

No home to settle down,

No savings to fall back on.

There’s no 401Ks for drifters.

History doesn’t care for those who ride the Cadillac grainer.

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