REALITY: Travel in mind

A hobo, I sit by night’s campfire cooking beans I have earned by odd jobbing my days.  Catch the right boxcar to be off on adventure, but the tracks travel backward as forward and I always follow them home. Watching the Amtrack whooshing on by, again and again, but my mind is too slow and my arm is too short and I wait for the next one to come whooshing by.  My dreams follow the downdraft till they drift back to me in a wreath of grey smoke from my beans.