Disappearing Railroad Blues
I never rode the City of New Orleans
or the Orient Express, no train to Marrakesh
or across frozen steppes,
I’ve heard freight trains sigh,
clang, and clatter, just a trace
of Wood Guthrie and hobo blues,
toxic chemicals in the cars now,
braced with hopes and prayers.
I travel on local trains, no baggage,
save a wedge of Gouda from a gourmet store,
I commute with commuters
over a bridge, Philadelphia mirrored in the river,
day-dreaming day-tripper–
but my dad dreamt of sleeper berths,
western mountains, deserts, and ancient peoples. Shapeshifters.
“Such beautiful vistas,” he said.
I hold the card with
his handwriting, a message from the past
braked at a junction of memory,
populated by ghosts. The train rolls on.
It always does.
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The image above is a postcard my dad sent from this trip. He mentioned some problem with his eyes, and I can’t remember if he had to end the trip early. I was busy with toddlers and working on a new book.
For dVerse. My poem’s title comes from “City of New Orleans” by Steve Goodman. Arlo Guthrie’s version might be more well-known.
It’s a great title, Merril, and great snapshots of your train experiences, like a series of postcards – and it ends with a real postcard! I love the use of the senses, especially in the lines:
‘I’ve heard freight trains sigh,
clang, and clatter, just a trace
of Woody Guthrie and hobo blues’
and the vivid image in:
‘over a bridge, Philadelphia mirrored in the river’.
Thank you so much, Kim!
My pleasure, Merril!
This is exactly what I meant, the romance of old trains. True, they’ve lost it now, but it wasn’t so long ago when a train carried so much history with it. Your dad knew xx
He did. xx
Wonderful poem contrasting your experience with your father’s. I enjoyed reading your poem!
Thank you so much!
I LOVE your train poem!! “City of New Orleans” has been my favorite train song for many, many years. Several years ago I heard “Steel Pony Blues,” which is a very close second now. https://youtu.be/tGI4r2zgq0o
Thank you, Liz!
I didn’t know Steel Pony Blues. Thanks for that, too!
Do you know Tom Rush’s Panama Limited? We’ve seen him perform it several times. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5u05E8btu_U
No, I don’t. I just listened to it. Talking blues, I think? I enjoyed the story and the many train sounds the guitar could play.
We’ve seen Tom Rush so many times! I don’t know what you call it, but talking blues works for me. I sings and writes folk and blues. He’s originally from New Hampshire.
I love this Merril. Such a sentimental journey.
Thank you so much, Rene! 😊
My pleasure as always!
I recognize that music, both the songs and the words. A world of dreams for many–including, it seems, your father. (K)
Thank you, Kerfe. My dad was very practical, but also a dreamer.
Love reading your train local travels vs that with your dad and his handwritten postcard. Such beautiful vistas indeed. And like life, the train rolls on.
Thank you so much, Grace!
A beautiful poem of present and past train rides as seen through yours and your father’s eyes. A wonderful treasure to keep!
Thank you very much, Dwight!
You are welcome, Merril.
I like the rhythm here; I remember steam trains we could see passing our kitchen window as children
Thank you, Derrick.
My brother remembers steam trains in Philadelphia.
“It always does” what a great line to end a poem on trains! Merril, I love the title and I can understand your father’s dreams of “sleeper berths”! A lovely contrast between your experience and your father’s. Thanks for sharing a snapshot of his postcard. ❤️
Thank you so much, Punam–and thank you for the prompt! 💙
My pleasure on both counts. 😊💙
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My goodness Merril, this poetic ride through Philly is spectacular, and I love the shifts you make between the ‘exotic’ rails of elsewhere and the ‘ordinary’ rhythms of the local commute. Holding your father’s postcard makes the ride between both spaces that much more poignant.
Thank you so much for your kind words!
All the allusions are great. Love the pictures that go with your terrific poem.
Thank you very much, Debi!
What a wonderful share of two generations taking trains for different reasons. Wonderful imagery and to end with a real postcard is just so perfect!
Thank you so much, Dale!
The prompt made me remember the postcard. 💙
So wonderful. Had me thinking of my youngest and his, well, now her, fascination with trains. We decided to drive into town and go for a ride to the west end of Montreal. He was so thrilled. I wrote about it way back, which is why I didn’t participate in this one 🙂
That’s a special memory, Dale! 💙
That it is. One of those sweet ones 🧡
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The last part of this poem was very poignant for me, Merril. My own father is ailing and mom is very frail.
Thank you, and I’m sorry, Robbie. It’s hard when your parents get frail and sick.
My dad sent that postcard about five years before he died. My mom died four years ago, as you might know.
Yes, life’s cycle is hard ❤️🔥
Yes. 🌸
LOVE how you describe yourself as a “day-dreaming day-tripper” LOL. A lovely poem with great rhythm. Cheers.
Thank you so much, Helen! 😊
Yes, trains were everpresent in my parents’ memory, before the superhighways were built in the ’50s and everyone started driving. A disappearing railroad blues. Early jazz players favored the train whistle harmonica.
Yes, thank you.
The old stream railways are most romantic, aren’t they, Merril? I love your poem! Nick and I dined in a (stationary) Orient Express carriage last week – a memorable experience 😊
Thank you so much, Ingrid.
I’ve seen train car restaurants, and there are some that were old stations, but nothing as memorable as the Orient Express here!
It sounds like a lovely time for you and Nick! 😊
First two stanzas brilliant, wonderful…3rd…really I chuckled…then bang, crushed with the power of your verse the last two……really such good poetry, in composition, thought..almost too strong for me….perhaps as a father of 3 gals…..I could feel the passion there.
Thank you very much for your heartfelt words, Ain. I appreciate your comment so much.
Loved this, Merril, every train imagined through song or tale! But especially the closing, this phrasing: “a message from the past
braked at a junction of memory” — How exquisite!
Thank you so much for your lovely comment, Dora!
You’re very welcome, Merril.
Neat, Merril!
I’d love to hear this said-sung, like Cohen used to do.
Acoustic guitar will help it through!
I don’t play guitar, so it will have to wait. 🙂
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