night by train…

you look-out onto far away lights…ballparks where kids play….parking lots for salesmen and secretaries…suburban homes with smells of meatloaf…jars of sauerkraut…whispers in the dark…

see these bridges over Potomac…Deleware…Ohio…boats afloat a murky water…roads traveled by vagabonds…truckers enroute from coast to coast…families in search of america…keep looking…

small town after small town…turning the jaded into romantics…thoughts of first springs…endless eves…a dew the next morn…what was her name…what was her name…

the haunting of nothing…to see nothing but black in this endless night…vision limited…

wait for sunlight…just wait…

been a long night…

‘m scared….

 

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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