the whistle blower

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stuck here
waiting
listening
to the rumble
the clackity clack clack
to the ding ding ding
the sound of the car
ready to go
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not trying to get home
or to the store
or some important meeting
just trying to get away
get out of here
as fast as i can
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instead i sit here
as the train cars
cover my escape
like a rolling version
of the black bars
on old tv shows
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and go

this again

do you remember how cold the wind blew
when you took me to the ocean
laughing at me
as i stood on that rock
yelling at the miles of blue water
to bring it on bitch
show me what youve got
the only answer i received
was the small crashed
of the windblown waves
of a world of other lost souls
empty streets and houses
of unused summer homes
my inability to understand
why they would not be hear
all year round
you still laughing at me
at my blue threats and complaints
its cute
but stupid

do you remember that hot wind
on a dirty city streeet
when i blew it again