Lone Soul

The scent of his soap
His earth tone colored clothes
His flaming bright past
with his guitar hands aglow

He still has his innocence
and works a stead job
But the memories are strong
All the wounds being bliss

He chugs along in tune
like the trains from his boyhood
Riding it slowly and steady
As it takes him far distances

He sees through mainstream
calls it cookie cut blandness
laughs at the snobbish whims
of the indifferent wealthy

I do see his white soul
glazing into my heart
the love that I feel for him
will always keep me on track