50 Shades of Train
People know you ride
when she rolls into a town,
with you drenched in grease.
Your face smudged in dirt.
Your fingernails are deep black.
You ramblin' train tramp.
Sentimental Scribblings
Immersed in the wax,
Scribbling, writing emotions,
Leaving marks behind...
Crimson Tides of Sun
I wake on lumber.
Crimson embers light the sky,
as she sleeps on steel.
