Required Horn Blowing Poem by Albert Ahearn

Dedicated to those that live in a railroad town.

Moving metal monstrosities
Speed along rusty, rhythmic rails
freighting needed necessities
onward, toward forthcoming sales.
Its cacophonous, blaring horn
Sounding each town intersection
with intolerable forewarned
early morning interruptions:
Two long, one short, one long, racket.
Please locomotive engineer
shorten your intervals a bit
so those of us who live anear
can get a good nights sleep; instead
of noises that startle the dead.