
have you ever sat by the railroad track
and watched the emptys cuming back?
lumbering along with a groan and a whine,-
smoke strung out in a long gray line
belched from teh panting injun’s stack
- just emptys cuming back.
i have – and to me the emptys seem
like dreams i sometimes dream -
of a girl – or munney – or maybe fame -
my dreams have all returned the same,
swinging along the homebound track
- just emptys cuming back.