Amtrak

We all travel down the same railroad tracks until we branch off, town to town.

You spend your time rustling, hooked up to me. 

Your wheels never come close to derailment. 

Full of rotten food scraps I get sent into a town 

alone

for the people to pick at me.

Until I am turned into scrap metal 

and my last thought is you 

humming on down the line