Beat Down

Waiting for a train.
It started to rain.

Ear to the ground
Heard the sound.

Packed up the lost and found.
Scattered on the dirty mound.

Eastbound to fool around
and relieve the strain.

Hopped up on the bumpers
In the cold fog of night.

Watched out for the jumpers.
That could give us a fright.

As we rolled along
We started up a song.

A story tall and strong
That set right from wrong.

Before mornings light.
We were huddled in tight.

To keep from getting caught
as the old timers had taught.

Keep still.
Keep quiet.
Stay out of sight.

On through the town.
We began the countdown.

The coast up ahead.
Fears to be shed.

The dread in our heads.
Lifted and spread.

As we rolled
beat down.