Sparks Fly

I'm content to listen
to the train
brake
and the metal
squeel
Sparks fly
benieth a
near full moon
with scotch in hand

Young girls go to the bar
to stretch into their
new jeans
Some of the old men
go to watch
Some of the boys
go to bounce their balls
and be noticed

I go to drink
and sit alone
Too old for the young
and too sane
for the old

Young guys
can carry on about
current nothingness
Old guys search for
for someone
to listen

I'm content to listen
to the train
brake