Ryan moved to Amarillo
Abilene had nothing for him
He tried every college there
Until he fell down in despair
Where the train tracks separated
The north side from the south
We used to leave pennies there
When we were young, as souvenirs
Like one of our flattened pennies
He wanted to disappear
Abilene couldn't accept him
Too many there live in fear
He told me about the legend
The woman who flung herself
In front of a moving train
Now I can't remember her name
Makes me think of Dolly Parton
How she modeled her image
After all those other women
Who patroled the tracks in town
My friend Ryan is a poet
He creates worlds from his pain
I worry about him often
Whenever I'm on a train