tugging at the tracks and the heart strings

on
a trip back to San Diego
from L.A. to S.D.
missing writing - missing nothing
missing a good woman (missing nothing their either)

I must find me a woman I say
I must hatch me a master plan (while I have time)
but their is no master plan

no scheme
no agenda

all the reasons have
all been bad
and repeatedly
unnecessary

I look around to
nothing thoughts and
nothing people

the rivets are making love
the tracks are making love
the embryotic train cars carry
the dead
and I'm just one stop away
from coming back home