Milepost 46.9

Milepost 46.9

A Poem by Lonesome Traveler

It's the coastline run,

Bay Shore to Guadalupe,

Shift, haul, box and move

young Brakeman runs with the gun.

Engineer shout, locomotive weave,

Southern skies, fill

up his eyes. Many flies.

The points beat with his heart,

Cotton, grape, maize

A thousand memories in the dark.

He's living the high-low life

dust, must and coals

but a foal. Of the railroad

it's his wife.

The mad student brakeman

runs for the lot,

makes six hundred a month

saves every last dot.

© 2013 Lonesome Traveler


Author's Note

Lonesome Traveler
The second part of 'Track 109'. Although I'm not so sure about it, so criticism is very welcome!

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Added on January 28, 2013
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Lonesome Traveler
Lonesome Traveler

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