Another old one…

Ramblings

I’m empty pocket blue,
        riding a steel rail
                into the murky night.

Time and miles roll by
        as I fly through
                ambiguous sights.

As I close my eyes to all
        things consider,
                my life’s flight from stop, go,

right turn, left, and wrong,
        impregnates the
                reverse with dreams of my

impending rise, or demise,
        singing a long swan-song,
                ultimately, inevitably gone …

–LE – circa 1981