- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Steam Shy
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Click hereGhost and motion,
a whistle in the haunt.
Steam, baby.
Engine, bone maker,
diesel's daddy.
Approach the trestle.
Hear it comin'.
Oh, Johnny, Johnny,
jump out of your shoes.
Light's in your blues.
Steam, baby.
Billows of smoke,
sparks and southern.
Close the casket.
Take him under.
Then Joe Henry came over
yonder mountain.
Now listen up!
Oh, Joe Henry came over mountain,
totin' vittles past the extract,
to the tannery.
Walk your track, old man.
Ride that iron to the bone yard.
Lottie gettin' no vittles this day.
Steam, baby.
Motion.
Listen to the whistle.
Jump off the track!
Jim, Daddy Jim,
wine and unwind.
Lay 'cross them ties.
Mellow now, boy.
Feel your dream,
rumble comin' for you.
It's in your blood.
Ghost and motion,
a whistle in the haunt.
Steam, baby.
Engine, bone maker,
diesel's daddy.
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copyright d. dixon
01/21/04
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- COMMENTS
lindianaover 15 years agoYou are a historian, capturing moments of history and freezing them forever so through the ages all can learn and share them.
Excellent work. Thank you for sharing.
UnderYourSpellover 15 years agoThis should be read aloud to a large assembly or a great song always played on the radio
champagne1982over 15 years agoIt's like a bluegrass song about railway tramps. I hear the rhythm, I feel the tension as you're explaining how it's easy to get trapped on a trestle. It's gorgeous and is mentioned on the New Poems Review thread on Literotica's Poetry Feedback and Discussion forum.
