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Here at the Station

It’s time to change this ‘header’ and thus, time to leave the station….change…we can’t ever stop it….so I guess we adjust and hang on…..have a cup of coffee and pie or something.

Here at the Station

Standing on the platform, looking down the track,
waiting for the ‘southbound’  to arrive,
the wind is whipping coldness down my back…..
standing on the platform, looking down the track.
I arrived here early, when all was black
to watch station life, come alive
standing on the platform, looking down the track,
waiting for the ‘southbound’  to arrive.

 

Here at the station where I’ve faithfully stood;
where the time has come to say good-bye,
dreams have staled like I knew they would,
here at the station where I’ve faithfully stood.
The gandy’s work is finally done; friends are gone for good
and it’s time for coffee and shoo-fly pie,
here at the station where I’ve faithfully stood
where the time has come to say good-bye.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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Gandy Dancer

Gandy Dancer

Standing on the platform while waiting for the train,
in between the north and southern track,
I watched a ‘gandy dancer’ who was working in the rain
standing on the platform while waiting for the train.
Once there was a moment when I wanted to do the same
and my mind remembers the kid in me, way back
standing on the platform while waiting for the train,
in between the north and southern track.

Up against the station house; standing, still, in stare
her blond hair whipping wildly across her face.
She looks to see the ‘gandy’ too, pushing back her hair,
up against the station house, standing, still, in stare.
Suddenly, a whistle bursts faintly in the air
and still she doesn’t move from her place
up against the station house, standing, still, in stare
her blond hair whipping wildly across her face.

Standing on the platform after getting off the train
in between the north and southern track,
I wanted her to meet me with a car up in the lane
standing on the platform after getting off the train.
Nothing here has changed, the ‘gandy’s’ working in the rain
my dreams were all of her, the whole way back
standing on the platform after getting off the train
in between the north and southern track.

copyright © 2012 T.J. Gargano

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On the Other Side of Town

In the old days, the limestone roundhouse and Chicago & Alton Shops were located on the west side of town where the skies were always filled with smoke, where noise was always at the highest decibel and where the kids gathered to take in the excitement of the steam locomotives and the new diesels.

Today, unfortunately, only one limestone building stands in memory of the C & A Shops.  Though many of the tracks are still in place,  the west side is now modernized, having escaped the ‘low rent’ tag, of old.

Thanks for dropping by; it’s always fun to see you.

On the Other Side of town

On the other side of town ‘neath a smoke-filled sky,
over where the rent runs low,
lads always watched on bridges, high
on the other side of town ‘neath a smoke-filled sky.
They counted locomotives and watched diesels cry
waiting for the train yard whistles, blow
on the other side of town ‘neath a smoke-filled sky,
over where the rent runs low.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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Through the Windows of an Amtrak train

While waiting for the California Zephyr out on the platform recently, I thought back at some of the trips taken previously over the same stretch of track and wondered why I never get tired of the trip.  In fact, I always get excited anticipating the moment.  The truth must be that we never get tired or bored with the things we truly love………no matter what that might encompass.  That doesn’t mean, I don’t think, that because we are bored with something,  that we don’t love it.  I hope not.

But anyway, I also wrote this quick little triolet.  Hope your travels are happy ones.

 Through the Windows of an Amtrak Train

Through the windows of an Amtrak train
you can see America come alive.
You might see a snowstorm, tornado or just rain
through the windows of an Amtrak train.
Going through towns, over rivers, you might see a plane –
for sure, a Wal-Mart and MacDonald’s when you arrive.
Through the windows of an Amtrak train
you can see America come alive.

copyright © 2011 T.J. Gargano

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