Steam Engine Howlin'

I began thinking of the man sitting on the counter of a rolling and treading steam engine howler,
for such an old man he had quite a flare in his fists clutching onto his shifting seat
as that steam engine howler went up and over the rigorous terrain that gradually shifted as gone went the day
one hand to his chair one to his drink the counter of that steam engine howler was abandoned,
the bar tender was gone for the trip
inside where its safe
but the old man stayed
taking a gentle sip from time and again
from that little cup
called bartender’s generosity
though terribly crummy
was well appreciated by that old man on the counter

the counter its self was to the right of the velocity crunching steam engine howler
a weird customization to find a bar counter on the side of a train
but it was well appreciated during stops breakdowns
when the working class nobodies have to give their sweat
so the aristocrat ticket holders can get to Paris for lunch
then back to London for an evening cherry
with a cynical Winston Churchill
still in his violet robe and bunny slippers
fitting for the man who saved man from man
….god damn man!

But anyway the old man he couldn’t take much more
he just sat on the counter and sat till it was gone,
over and over
back on it’s way
he knew what was coming
and he knew he wouldn’t care
as the steam engine howler was gradually making its way
the horn was screaming "Old Damn Fool! Get in here before”
it’s too late
in went the train
down through the tunnel
the counter was still there as it always narrowly escapes
as for the chair, well who cares it’s just a chair
and the old man? he became a smear on the mountains wall as the train gleefully made its way
through that hole in the mountain
what man calls a tunnel,
and from then on end
when man passes by
the trail hollers
“Here Went That Guy!”
“The Smear on the Wall,
That’s No Mistake!”
“That’s my good friend, the old man in late”
“Listen to me my occupants, foolish man of this race”
“Heed this old man’s martyrdom and learn from what he did”

but no one seems to listen to the whistling train
it’s just a howling steam engine that goes back and forth between
lunch in Paris
and Cherry or Brandy with a cynical Winston Churchill

Steam Engine Howlin'


Joined January 2008

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