not sleeping anymore

as I go

as I go, I count empty seats on the train.
daylight fades quietly, but the night has plenty to say.
a man with a big red beard sits down next to me.
his shirt is dirty and covered in leaves and
when he sees my guitar, his smile shows a few teeth

he tells me, "I know Aersomith, if I had a car I'd take you with me.
we'd listen to electric guitars with a sky full of stars, under the trees."

his best friend tried to kill him, over a girl, back in the 80's.
they rode together each day, to and from work, in Braintree .
the accident left him with a trick hip and a head injury.
his best friend, unharmed, fled the scene

he told me, "I know Aerosmith, if I had a car I'd take you with me.
we'd listen to electric guitars with a sky full of stars, under the trees."

as I go, I count empty seats on the train.
I'm not sure if it's really as lonely as it seems.
I stare into the eyes of strangers, for something to believe.
when he got off at the next stop, he stole my loneliness from me,
i looked out the window and stole a few of his beliefs.

he told me, "I know Aerosmith, if I had a car I'd take you with me.
we'd listen to electric guitars with a sky full of stars, under the trees.

posted by d @ 11:49 PM