I recently attended a conference for work in Baltimore, MD. Instead of flying there, I decided to take the Amtrak train. I love traveling on the train and I take the opportunity to do it as much as I can. I think it gives the traveler a view of the States that has been forgotten; it gives you a flavor for what the different states are really like behind all of the glamour of their downtown locations. On that particular trip, I wrote this poem as the sun was setting over Philadelphia.
Philly Streets by The Lady & The Lyrics Those Philly streets belonged to Pink Graffiti coated sugar dreams How I wish they would have stayed with me As the melodic song the bluebird sings Cotton balls combined fill up the sky Tangerine sunset starts to die Mundane the life I left behind Far from where I come from I do run As the train I hopped on chugs along I hear it halting with a squeal What is the reason we are stopping here? This is not the place I left to see Police sirens bail bond signs Strip club lights illuminate the night Cannot escape the dirt I call my home Philly tracks...they run for long