Under My Hat And On My Feet
Under my Hat and on my Feet
Guess I gotta get goin again. Getting a little too comfortable, time to pack up my old backpack. Gather some more dust from far off places in its tattered fabric. That's the way it is and has been for a lot longer than I care to remember.
From where I'm sittin right now I can just about see the whole town. Even the motel I been living. There, just over that patch a woods is where I been workin since I got to town, digging up busted pipe. I've liked it here a lot, but that'll be that in a few minutes. On the run on the face of the sun feeling the heat blister my feet if I stand around too long.
Packed my bag and started moving around daybreak. Went to the jobsite, collected what was owed to me. Told the boss I was leaving and thought about telling him what he could do with that shovel and or himself. But I didn't cause I might be back through
here one day. Honest work is honest work.
Bought a wedge a yellow cheese and a box a crackers from the market, then to the liquor store for a bottle and a pouch of tobacco. After that, I wandered down to the train yard to check the schedule. I was early so I walked up and down the tracks throwing stones at old rusted out oil drums and such.
The train started moving around four. I watched for a few minutes waitin for the perfect moment and car, to jump on. I always get a thrill from hopping a train. I tried to pick an empty freighter that wouldn't need any attention during the trip. It was dirty but happily deserted. The door was open so I could watch the scene as we rolled by.
We stopped for about a half hour earlier. A brakemen was walking the tracks and happened to look in on me. I believe it scared him more than me. He was a nice white haired man, early sixties probably. He didn't care that I was there. He even told me about the stops and how long we would be where. Said there was a bar right off the tracks where we were gonna stop...
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