back up to a metal fence
weeds and vines
watching them go by
slow and fast
boxcars, tankers, gondolas, car transporters, flatbeds
red, blue, black, orange, green
silver, brown, and gray
one after another, after another, after another
stacker trains
looking like a mondrian painting
perfect composition/use of palette
brown bag friend to accompany me
keep me occupied during slow times
sit here better part of the day
that had sunshine, clouds, rain, then snow
saw a cool cat
crossing bnsf railroad tracks
one late rainy friday night
a hepcat no doubt about it
a real hipster he was
he oozed hip
up on the latest jazz and fashions
he was probably a cool cat he was
sauntering over to his next gig
where he be blowin’ sax
late into blues soaked night
one coooool cat with coolness to burn for
all the lady cats waiting for him
after the show
heads back to the station
hops the westbound
for that place in kansas city
where he’s doing two weeks
before that tour of japan
I wish I was in that cat’s paws
