• Ghost Town Blues

    I stand here all alone,
    Dead center of the road.
    It has been so long since I was last here,
    In my now forgotten town.

    There was a time when
    Laughter had filled the air,
    The wind carried it as it billowed by.
    Now the engine of my car,
    Loud and roaring with impatience,
    Is the only noise that’s left.

    Not a single person remains.
    Only rodents dwell here now,
    Scurrying past, looking for shelter in this unforgiving heat.
    Hundreds of them,
    Too afraid of being blinded by the sun.

    Toys abandoned in front yards.
    There are no children left to play.
    No parents left to bring them out.
    Everyone is gone,
    Picking up pieces in some other town.

    There is no one left to care,
    About this lonely, little town.
    Exactly why it has turned ghostly,
    So empty and cold,
    Is a bitter memory,
    That has never been retold.