Slowly, the clickety-clack… <br />Rolling, rolling down that endless line. <br />No place really to go…. <br />An endless time of travel to nowhere. <br />Memphis, New Orleans and Birmingham… <br />All in a few months… <br />No suit case… <br />No fancy clothes… <br />Only my beat up jeans and t-shirt on my back… <br /> <br />Clickety-clack… <br />A symphony it plays… <br />Lulling me into the trance of dreams. <br />Of what might have been… <br />Some how it never was. <br />Freedom, the ability… <br />To run these rails at a dropp of a hat. <br />It’s a mind set, a time to be alone… <br />A peace of all peace, hoping it would never end… <br /> <br />Clickety-clack… <br />Pull me out a Pall Mall… <br />Inhale deep the smoke as I begin to reminisce… <br />Smoke rings rising and distorting… <br />Floating higher and higher… <br />Ending in one long trail… <br />Maybe it just reminds me of a floating spirit. <br />Such a short life to be wisped away… <br />Kinda like me…. <br /> <br />Clickety-clack… <br />Love for me was never the answer… <br />Maybe I am just running away from you. <br />The scars and tears too much to take… <br />Long ago I became unglued. <br />Certainty a lack of my reality… <br />Riding now down this long stretch <br />Going nowhere that means a damn… <br />Roots pulled up and going nowhere. <br /> <br />Clickety-clack… <br />The more miles the better… <br />Traveling to nowhere I just don’t care. <br />The one horse towns a blur on the horizon… <br />Mindless thoughts, running into sunsets of self doubt. <br />Nights travelling, into lost illusions… <br />Drifting into the sleep of sleep of resting peace <br />Self imposed exile for me. <br />At least I can’t be hurt again…<br /><br />Kevin Carney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clickety-clack-2/
