chug chugging along

doing what i had to do

make change make folding

not caring about anybody

but having money in pocket

& then one morning

that world was gone

feeling dead in the head

wanting something more

walking a different street

waiting for the next move

to please hurry along

starting over with hopes

for the long worm to turn

trying not feel bitter

the way that life has gone

picking myself up

do the beginning again

new job new flop new nothing

but the chug chugging along

for steam to build a new head

put something away

for the next rainy day