Clickety-Clack Poem by Kevin Carney

Slowly, the clickety-clack…
Rolling, rolling down that endless line.
No place really to go….
An endless time of travel to nowhere.
Memphis, New Orleans and Birmingham…
All in a few months…
No suit case…
No fancy clothes…
Only my beat up jeans and t-shirt on my back…

Clickety-clack…
A symphony it plays…
Lulling me into the trance of dreams.
Of what might have been…
Some how it never was.
Freedom, the ability…
To run these rails at a dropp of a hat.
It’s a mind set, a time to be alone…
A peace of all peace, hoping it would never end…

Clickety-clack…
Pull me out a Pall Mall…
Inhale deep the smoke as I begin to reminisce…
Smoke rings rising and distorting…
Floating higher and higher…
Ending in one long trail…
Maybe it just reminds me of a floating spirit.
Such a short life to be wisped away…
Kinda like me….

Clickety-clack…
Love for me was never the answer…
Maybe I am just running away from you.
The scars and tears too much to take…
Long ago I became unglued.
Certainty a lack of my reality…
Riding now down this long stretch
Going nowhere that means a damn…
Roots pulled up and going nowhere.

Clickety-clack…
The more miles the better…
Traveling to nowhere I just don’t care.
The one horse towns a blur on the horizon…
Mindless thoughts, running into sunsets of self doubt.
Nights travelling, into lost illusions…
Drifting into the sleep of sleep of resting peace
Self imposed exile for me.
At least I can’t be hurt again…