CLICKATY-CLACK
Flat tar rooves held the heat of
a sultry August day
confined to a breathless place,
no cooling breeze from windows
opened wide held my sleep
until dawn’s break
but a mesmerizing lullaby
of clickety-clack of trains
on the tracks close by
screeching into the station
on high over cobblestone streets
and old trolley rails
phantoms pale of a time
not too long ago
stole me to places
I did not know.
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as a child, and then as young
as a child, and then as young man, I lived and worked in New York City, first in Queens, then the Bronx. The El was a very prominent feature of the environment.
It always enthralled me; the look, the sound, the rumble under feet
I can't imagine the city without these images in the forefront.
I like your descriptive story of the clickity-clacking. I have carried trains and associated images in my mental bag of tricks forever. I suspect I am not alone in that matter. Trains are amazingly cool!
I like, and enjoyed this piece very much...relating to content is such a rush
thanks for the memories,
I lived 2 blocks from the
I lived 2 blocks from the PELHAM PARK station. Miss those times. My mom used to take me to BLOOMINGDALES with entrance right off the underground, Traveled IRT lines until I moved out of thr Bronx...
thanx.
joe
Hi there!
This is the second poem - so far - I've read today, with great imagery - love those mesmerizing, sleep inducing, clickety-clacks - just reading about it in this heat wave we're having at the moment makes me want to go to sleep. :)
Wonderful poem - thank you for sharing!
LOve Mand xxxx
thanx, Mand...childhood
thanx, Mand...childhood memories/
joe