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on the road again
left the baggage behind boarding a train headed West
heart heavy like a brick
all i need is the flask hidden in my pocket.
Somewhere this way,
a bar stool bares my name,
daring me to get lost in the bottom
of an empty glass.
Here i am,
ticket in hand
on a train full of strangers.
In the distance i hear the voices of
lovers talking,
babies laughing
and I'm getting drunk on the canvas of the horizon.
