I'm standing where
railings turn to traintracks
where stoplights shine on my slouched shoulders, my arched back
I'll watch the train pass, thinking of the past
images don't linger or last, it just passes like a flash
like the train on its track they flash by and leave me blank

rain condensing to droplets, a rainbow set
where gasoline and waterfront mix,
where my thoughts and soul shift
where i sit and Force My lips
to sing with, sing with, to sing with
the voice that sorrow left, that timidity missed
That Sings, Sings, Sings
with jejune determinism

I'm standing where railings turn to rails
where nothing really happens except trains pass
and i sit there, my facial expression blank
train on their tracks, my train of thought on it's path