Dead Melodies

Where will you go when this day is ove   r?

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 wast   ed

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