Rail Rider Reverie

Standing in a rail yard’s alley,
Iron on Steel, Billy Goat Valley,
Ash cat yelling to move along,
No free rides, the Bullman’s song.

‘Tween the Jungle and Hole in the Sky,
The Bone Polishers bite, Pie in the Sky.

Sunrise whispers on the rail,
Adam and Eve, a culinary tale,
Hot mud-brew in weary grip,
Traveler’s solace on this trip.

Should never have left Pappy’s home,
Did not listen to Mama — had to roam.

In twilight arms, echoes dance,
Locomotives, a rhythmic trance,
A symphony of wheels, click-clack,
Night’s accommodations, no lack.

‘Tween the Jungle and Hole in the Sky,
The Bone Polishers bite, Pie in the Sky.

Stars above, the silent guide,
Respite time, nowhere to hide,
Jump an open moving rail car,
Ride beneath night’s bright star.

Standing in a rail yard’s alley,
Iron on Steel, Billy Goat Valley.