Original music! Stream or download and name your price, from free to infinity.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Poem

The Train’s Song


Long, long, short, long
the train’s lonely horn sings
take me where I belong

she’s red lights in the distance, gone
although the rails still ring
long, long, short, long

a light appears before dawn
don’t need to pack my things
take me where I belong

Engineer, play that steel song
sound your call for the crossing
long, long, short, long

the rails are true and strong
clack of wheels and sigh of springs
take me where I belong

no direction, but at least I’m on
the space between beginnings
is long, long, short, long
take me where I belong

2 comments:

Jenn said...

I love what you do. Poetry escapes me. I love to read it, but feel so tentative and terrified about writing my own. You rock, and not just with the guitar.

steverino said...

Poetry escapes you... It comes out of me, too. I just try to write it down before it gets too far away.

Who's on your desert-island poets' list?

It's haiku time again in creative writing class

Coffee is bitter fuel that brings a sweetness, lifting my spirits. Empty hanging file folders, holding only the hope of less clut...