A Dobro At 2am Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

No one at the station except the wind
Your lights off
I walk away with my suitcase and guitar
No traffic in the snow
No trains leaving tonight
Time like a stranger without a dime
Stranded in the mirror

Can you hear that bottleneck guitar?
This town ain’t no friend
I gotta wait until the train whistle blows
Goodbye babes
Have you ever heard the blues played for real?
Open your cold heart and hear
A dobro at 2am