The Rock and Roll Caboose

The Rock and Roll Caboose

old rails

dirty nails

the wheels rolling

the same track

every day

passing by my own life

only stopping to let

deceased friends disembark

and a few tears

that rust those old rails

the train losing traction

like the forgetful mind

that sets down the book of life

unable to connect words

or the out-of-focus dots

I wash my fingers constantly

but the nails

remained soiled

with the dirt of waning life

waiting for someone to 

repair the rails

so I can think straight

for at least one more ride. 

erin-cilberto

12/11/25

Reviews

[Art Sun]

Life does tend to soil the nails and rails, too many years walking a path and yet still... We wish for one more ride...

Nice ...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Art.
j.

[Michael Sun Bear]

Nicely penned and very evocative of troubling thoughts I have been having. I find myself musing on days and friends and lovers long gone. I am frustrated and sometimes fearful when my brain won’t retrieve the words I need. I feel like much of my life is losing traction.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Appreciate your words, Michael.
j.