Dragon Songs at Twilight

Hanging from a window
don’t need a crystal
ball just a train
schedule for that
old northern railroad
up into the mountains
selling seashells
and playing music
with the wind and
strings-

Waitresses can be a
tough reality to deal
with the food is friendly
as is the staff, but
there are no refills here
and scrambled eggs are
not on the menu- no
face to hide sleeping
in Bucksnort on a run
to the shore- why
are there no songs tonight of

southern railroad lines- Dusty
breathing dreams out
in the night of
ocean breezes and
french couple
firewood
incidents
and a lone biker
heading to a
place named for
a fragrance crushed
and turned into oil.

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