I have no excuses.
I wasn’t misunderstood.
I wasn’t ahead of my time.
I wasn’t fiercely independent.
I just missed the train, all the trains, over and over again. Stood nervous on the platform, and waited.
Waited for the next train, and the next.
Drank at the station, taking notes, making lists. Ready to get on, soon as I completed my list.
Read the big board, all the cities along the track, distant destinations. Oh, Atlanta! Memphis, Austin, Eugene. Might as well have been Mars.
Didn’t want to catch the wrong one, get my only ticket punched for the wrong town.
Along about midnight, picked up my bag and went on home, whistles cryin’ in the night.