Electric, steam, and diesel,
my oh my, how you speed by.
Tokyo, London, New York, Paris,
all these places you dwell and
I want to come visit.

The rhythmic “chugga chugga chugga”
is music to my ears, similar to
Tchaikovsky’s “Symphony 6: Pathetique.”
Your presence makes my body weak.
Your automatic coupler, on fleak.

You can be tiny, in my basement,
or massive and outside.
No matter how much the kids
make fun of me, they’ll never
hurt my pride.

When he calls, “All aboard!”
I jump for joy. Tingles racing down
my spine as I enter your inner sanctum,
awaking you from your
peaceful, mechanical slumber.

Your cold, strong, shiny steel,
a protective barrier from the voices,
now running rampant in my head.
But your steam turbine locomotive
engine, roars louder yet.

Thank you for being here,
even though I don’t want to be,
or even plan to be.
I wish you could save me,
but you’re just a train.

Mouth wide open,
your tracks laid on my tongue.
The loud bang of your combustion
engine. And now the voices, they’re quiet,
but you look smaller from up here, train.