Last Train to Bellingham: Poem
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Last Train to Bellingham
the train is stopped.
Sixty miles out of Portland
and we've been stopped
for thirty minutes.
Now we're going again,
and now we're stopped
We're letting another freight train pass.
Three kids next to me-
(oh, Lord God, bless their mother)
The crunching of a potato chip bag,
nickels flung against my chair,
disobedient little monsters!
I scowl at them not hiding my contempt.
Their mother looks
ready to leave the
little monsters on the train.
A bag of chips just exploded next to me.
They are all over the floor.
The carpet is greasy and crumby.
I don't help pick up.
The bag was exploded by Dylan Thomas.
The eldest-- a girl--
left her books
in the locker at the train station.
I'd kill for a cigarette.
I like the train whistle--
and the guy with the disheveled pink hair
and pink scarf and
lime green shirt and
and the teriyaki chicken
I had for dinner--
and Puget Sound out the window
to my right--
and the book I'm trying to read between
I'm glad that I'm not driving.
It's 5:00-- rush hour--
and if I were driving
I'd still be stopped
in that asphalt gridlock, nicknamed “Seattle.”
But at least now I can have beer.
Oh, my darling
I love you so.
Tomorrow we move you to Portland.
and I'll be driving the U-Haul
past these same rail lines.
Stuck in traffic--
and wishing for three little monsters
instead of traffic jams.
And never will I have to make this trip
all rights reserved. Copyright Justin W. Price 2011.
Thanks for Reading.
A FREELANCE WRITER, HONORS STUDENT AND GOVER PRIZE FINALIST, JUSTIN W. PRICE (AKA, PDXKARAOKEGUY) CONSIDERS HIMSELF A POET FIRST AND FOREMOST BUT IS ALSO A SHORT STORY, BIOGRAPHER AND HUMOR WRITER. HIS POETRY COLLECTION,DIGGING TO CHINA, WILL BE RELEASED FEBRUARY 2ND, 2013 BY SWEATSHOPPE PUBLICATIONS AND IS CURRENTLY AVAILABLE ON AMAZON AS WELL AS YOUR LOCAL BOOKSELLER.
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