Slow trains
gentle moods as you slip off again
reverie for me that lasts summers
slow tumbling harsh drummers
hot gusts envelop you like a warm sleeve
then the rains you go drip drip drip
tracks of time always keep you going
dribbling dozing
slowly you feel the gentle breeze
lift moisture from your neck
the wind is hot and so is in motion
the rusty fan over your head
quick visions flit across
the great landscapes of your mind
great oceans roar in black and white
while demons dance in rhyme
is it only rock and roll
or is it just the blues
the whirling motion wakes you up
and you remember
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