319 and wallow

Ten cent songs and dollar thoughts rudely billow past my cage. No peck left in the order. Cat walking across the keys leaves my ear with an original song. Sorry I wasn't there. My heart and mind spit and shook and then found different trains. Both had working class tickets, left me with a first class ticket to good old lonely emptiness. As the burnt out landscape of loneliness trucked past I found I was not empty after all.