The Coin Collectors - The Envelope In My Pocket

Hear the gravel turn beneath my boots
Pray their hearing is less than acute
Lanterns float through the yard but I like my chances
In this most desperate of circumstances
I'll wait off in the trees to the west
Distant rumble, fire in my chest
There's a train headed north and I am to be on it
The envelope secure in my pocket

Hang my legs out the rattling boxcar door
Below the stars an old nightjar soars
Wonder where the engine up front is going
Try to feel which way the midnight wind is blowing
And I know they'll try come after me
But like the nightjar above, I believe I'm scot-free
The dark's lit up an an aimless comet
The envelope secure in my pocket

Written by:
Luke Meakins

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