Northeast Corridor Blues
Kim Addonizio
Lost my ticket when I got on the train
Conductor said sorry you got to pay again
If he was a rock I’d be a speck of sand
Passing yards of junked cars, their hoods popped open
Water towers trailer parks local taverns
Gone as soon as you look at them
Traveling down to DC to bury my mother
Put her ashes next to the bones of my father
Tell the priest he won’t have to bother
Everyone’s a stone but I’m a speck of sand
No matter what I do I’ve got to pay again
Lost my ticket when I got on the train