Box Car Meltin' Noise
The box car is full of noise
white and black owls hoo-ing in the night
midnight almost here
Dice being slammed
fifteen!fifteen!
College yuppies talkin' loud
too loud for my ears
Flocks of good looking gals
of all ages, golden blonde hair
Big wide eyes transparent
to anyone different, ignorance
is not Bliss!
Not in this case
too many peeople boarded
in the desert
There goes John Dillinger
with a bride and fire of flames
The cowboy sits quite
across the table
of liquid toxicity
and coffee grounds
Look into the pocket
new pair of seein' specs
Great Luck!
Observin' the crowd
in this box car ramblin'
from afar, yet sittin'
a foot away
A ghost among the fog
restless
in the heated square
of America, fall
fall America!
America Rise
Rise! Rise!
Copyright © Tony Wallin | Year Posted 2015
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