Graffiti Train

I’m sitting in my car watching a train roll through Quincy, FL. Every car has a bit of art painted across the side, some beautiful, some provocative, some profane. It occurred to me that these cars have their own stories and we just get a small glimpse as they chug on by us.

Graffiti Train

Union Pacific rail cars
Taking their sweet time
Chockety-chock, chock,
Covered with
Moving pictures:
Gang signs in
Fuchsia block letters
Join or Die!
Submit and Live!
4-2-1 Brothers.
Peace, man!
Skull with Crossbones
Oversized funky feet,
Hands, and eyes
Adorn these cars.
Secretly rich lives lived
In train yard towns like
Galesburg, Illinois,
Kansas City, Missouri, and
North Platte, Nebraska.
Chockety-chock, chock,
Squee, squee, squee!
Move on now,
I don’t have all day,
Just because you’re all
Dressed up,
Places to go
Doesn’t mean I can sit
Idly by just to
Watch this show.
Chockety-chock, chock.

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Author: nananoyz

I'm a semi-retired crazy person with one husband and two cats.

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