parking under the bridge

this empty affliction i met a girl in at a texmex grill and she left with me in a rush of passion that poured out from her as we parked under the bridge over by the founders park she seemed wonderful but not to clean when i asked about her perfume she said it was called "earthy girl" and i said yeah it does smell like dirt so come on over here and watch us as we rumble around she said she was married but getting a divorce i said that is okay i am divorced but getting married i left her there by the tracks and drove away wondering what use to be in those empty boxcars