Train Roll
No time for roses
I know how they smell,
I'm looking at four walls
tango with hell.
I ride trains,all over town.
Rooftops and hightops
and twisted caps are funny,
I see some women dressed
to be Playboy bunnies.
I ride trains,all over town
I ride trains going uptown
and downtown north and south,
I listen to people screaming for help.
train rolling
train rolling
train rolling
moving hard and fast
I'm riding til it stops
or when it runs out of gas.
Copyright © Frank Penicaro | Year Posted 2011
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