'little gray cells '

In response to a comment I recieved earlier- Izzy, thanks so much for your feedback, I appreciate it. Secondly, I think you may be right in regards to the Beats. Definitely got the little gray cells working. Experience is all well and good, but ultimately one will need to move beyond this and make some effort to apply it to life. The idea is the same, but wandering around with a rucksack and seeing the world is not always a practical choice. I have a family to support, so unfortunately can't be ranging all over creation. On the other hand, working hard doesn't mean turning dead to the world- whatever you do, make an experience out of it. It's not what you do so much as how you do it that really counts. To a large extent, the ideas are the same, but the execution is a little different.

East Hartford Train Yards

Sunlight on the railroad tracks,
me a boy, little, holding onto
Dad's big callused hand,
watching the trains go by from
other states, like other foregin-sounding lands to young ears
Old wanderer, weathered face,
tattered clothes, fresh song for the new day
Just moving along the
shining rails where
Dad flattened a penny-
laid it on the tracks and
Thundering metal wheels, noise
bigger than all the world
Picking up a copper oval,
hot and wondrous, stretched and beat
by all the miles from here to
Des Moines-
Old friend, did you know
This is where we came to walk?