Worthless

Waiting for the dial tone,

On an eastbound train.

Riding full speed, all alone,

Trying to outrun the pain.

Heart spasms and aches

Like a dying transit engine.

Each endeavour it partakes

Starts and ends with men and gin.

Still she feels the same.

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