where will you go

when this day is over

a gambler's purse

lays on the road

straight to your door

snakes have gone crazy tonight

winding their way out of sight



a laugh, a joke

a sentiment wasted

seasons of strangers

they've come and gone

doldrums are pounding,

cheapskates are clowning this town

who could disown themselves now



engineer, slow down this old train

cinders and chaff

laugh at the moon

night birds will cackle

rotting like apples on trees

sending their dead melodies...

to me