Philip Booth

Crossing - Poem by Philip Booth

 as gate stripes swing down
  count the cars hauling distance
    upgrade through town:
     warning whistle, bellclang,
      engine eating steam,
       engineer waving,
        a fast-freight dream:
         B&M boxcar,
          boxcar again,
           Frisco gondola,
 Erie and Wabash,
  Seaboard, U.P.,
   Pennsy tankcar,
twenty-two, three,
 Phoebe Snow, B&O,
thirty-four, five,
 Santa Fe cattle
  shipped alive,
   red cars, yellow cars,
    orange cars, black,
     Youngstown steel
      down to Mobile
       on Rock Island track,
fifty-nine, sixty,
 hoppers of coke,
  Anaconda copper,
   hotbox smoke,
 red-ball freight,
  Rio Grande,
   Nickel Plate,
      rolling fast
       and loose,
 coal car,

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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