South Bound
I’m waiting on a sudden change of heart,
For that left turn stab,
Cutting gravel, hard throttle-
Change of heart.
I’m waiting,
For a screaming voice
Echoing through the station
Above the deisel moaning
Wait! Please! Stop!
I’m praying for a frantic,
Nick of time motion,
in my direction.
I am praying … and… the moment is passing
And even though i am
the last one on
she’s not coming
she’s not coming
She’s Not coming.
I’m already gone.
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