BAST'S POETRY
The Twilight Diesel
By
Lloyd G. Bast
The Twilight Diesel snakes along
The Horizontal Ladder through town
Its Air Horn blaring a staccato
In time with the clickity clack
Of Wheels on the Rolling Marimba
Announcing to all its passing presence
Disturbing resident Coyotes and Humans alike
Once awakened, curses are heard
Up and down the line
The Diesel blows a lament
Of Steam Times gone by.
Of bygone romantic times
Travel given way to Freights
Some could still ride the Rods
But mostly they ride inside
return home
