Abandoned Tracks

Walking the rickety tracks
afternoons swigged
like orange and vodkas
collecting coins for cigarette machines,
fascinated by foreign things.

We were the only puffs along
that steely path.
Just like weeds
we kept growing in the crevices,
merging our lies like
the unused lines
of broken-down trains.

We were only kids,
in corduroy bell-bottoms
and babydoll tees,
but we fast-tracked
grape concord
tying it to our legs,
skipping school
along with the slates.

Hotboxing happiness,
mostly just to misbehave.
It’s amazing we made it anywhere
after walking abandoned tracks.

Silver Line-Williamsburg, Virginia Source: Flickr

Soul Asylum “Runaway Train”


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