Hush Filming!

The colding front chased the Silver Starvation
Across the Potomac all the way to Ashland Station
Poor Slow Dave had his tripod out posted well
He caught the loco’s lumbering with its clanking bell

Sunset was long passed with a cutting chill in the air
Poor Slow Dave smiled because he just didn’t care
He got another fine shot destined to be railfanner’s gold
See, he had talent and skill, if the plain truth be told

Pushing the Stop button to preserve this last night scene
He prided himself in clear views with framing tight and clean
Poor Slow Dave hoisted up his padded tripod everyone knew
So smartly efficient, this young fellow needed no crew

Packed up snug for the short drive south to home
No telling at all where tomorrow he might roam
Field or crossing or deserted CSX construction zone
Poor Slow Dave will get the shot, but please don’t phone!
Hush…filming!

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Running Away (No One Knows)

Running away
Running hard
Getting away is not in the cards
FAILURE looms
Failure grows
My loss is mine
In verse or prose
Hunger for release
Hunger for the answer
The way out
Any way to get away
Not enough burgundy
Not enough merlot
Can’t find the reason
Can’t find the door
What’s to become
Of the knowing heart now so old
In a recumbent species no longer bold
The problem’s all sewed up by ten o’clock
And the problem tarries not for sand or rock
Where to go
When the tears end
where to hug when no one turns a face
Who am I and why am I here
Dying in the cold and the dark is just one thing I fear
The scars from the bars with their jars of disdain
Who gives a damn about the yarn rotting in the falling rain
So small the plans I plan to ply
Given half a chance ten times I’ll try
Make proud the child who still grows
Despite the warning No One Knows