Freight Train Fever Poem by Smoky Hoss
Freight Train Fever
He put the handcuffs on me
behind my back,
threw me in the car
right beside the railroad track;
got in
and started sayin,
somethin bout ridin a train
without payin;
I didn't hear
anything else he said,
cause I was already 1,000 miles away
inside my head;
out there catchin
the next west-bound freight,
headin on
for another free state.
But now, here I am lyin with the drunks
on a cold jailhouse floor,
lookin through long steel bars
to the freedom waitin just beyond the door;
there's no one I could call
on the telephone,
so I'll just have to do my time
while tryin to find some words for a new poem;
gazing out through
a one by one window pane,
I hear the thunder
and feel the rain,
while I sit and wonder
why I do this over and over again.
Can't come up with one good reason why,
I guess it's just the way I am, somethin I've gotta do,
when my mind gets heavy
and my soul turns blue;
hitchin down the road
lookin for a ride to anywhere,
takin trails, trucks or trains
far away from all worldly cares.
It's a fever
that I can't seem to explain...
why it is I love to ramble
and hop aboard those lonesome old trains.
whispering, come on boy, there's so much out there to see...
On a freight train out of town, not knowing where I'm bound-this is one experience I wished I had done. A dramatic, daring and exciting write.With Merle along you two could have written some good stuff. Really enjoyed this
Make sure you buy a ticket next time Smoky, no freedom in being behind bars - great write, enjoyed the story.
Really like this, I love this kind of story. it would make a great blues song. A fantastic poem.
Amazing. I can hear Johnny Cash singing these lines as I read the verse.
Most of us can only stand back and watch someone else catch that train. what a gold nugget this is, Smoky!
Well, Ya Rote a nice poem there, Jailbird. Maybe on the way to court Ya can escape and ride with the hobos across this here land. nice stuff Smoky Christine
Wow, that`s why you are such a good poet then, you had plenty of practice behind bars...nice one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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This is another solid poem, Smoky, and on that I can strongly relate to as I used to hop freight trains myself years ago. I loved that life and the freedom that came with it. This is a definite winner. Ther were just two lines that I found a bit confusing. They are- 'gazing out through a one by one window pane.' Great poem. Bert