Life On a Train
I left my heart in Minnesota
Where the tea goes cold with every passing second.
I left my love to the bare bougainvillea and
A willow tree beyond a vacant road.
I left a skillful lover whose skin turned
Cold throughout our sleepless nights.
I left my open mind in a rundown cinema,
Trodden with trash and the homeless.
Using heart and hands,
I caught a sallow fish with
Fins like ash and eyes like fire.
He left me for some quiet whore
Whose name he'd never know,
On a cluttered frozen alley way
Somewhere, some time ago.
I left my heart to Minnesota
And again I've left a lover.
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