Waitin’ At The Station

You got rain, people, posters, trains, beetles, holsters, rain again
The band spittin’ out rainbows
The blues playing the blues
You got crowds in and out
All in a hurry or patient but going somewhere
Sun did the same depending on time of day and type of
Cloud took suns shine today
Sun wasn’t around to defend itself
Rain again
But that’s okay
Blues plays like I said before and I had to mention it again because oh did them blues play
No one seemed to notice but I barely noticed everyone not noticing because of
Don’t they hear them colours?
Trench coats too busy blending
What a not so sweet smoothie you are
And yet here it is
Smooth blues
It needed to happen just to dilute the taste
Apparently it was only in my mouth
And I mean both
There ain’t no way they wouldn’t stop for a bite if they tasted
And I mean theirs and theirs
They need a break and they need an audience
So why isn’t anyone stoppin’?