Boxcar Poems - Poems about Boxcar

...There once was a hobo that lived by the tracks Never ate a full meal, just ate lots of snacks He rode in a boxcar most everywhere he went And traveled for free, didn’t spend a cent He had a nam......Read the rest...

...It is nearing midday, and the town is alive. Overhead, there is a clear, electric blue sky, Dotted with innocent puffy floating clouds. Not unexpectedly, the winter is cooperating, And a midd......Read the rest...

...The Eastern window is open and early morning birds sounds invade the room. Drawn blinds are no defense as one after the other the inevitable rays of light sneak in around each shimmering slat. ......Read the rest...

... This day, I feel the metal rails shiver, hear a distant loco coming, bound upon its fixed route. I move on, enter the scattered brush, no need to turn around to look at those man......Read the rest...

...Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence, with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway. Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for ......Read the rest...

...A train went by in the distance and I could hear it passing every few hours or so from the back bedroom of my grandfather’s house My room, when mom came home after she and dad derailed, but ......Read the rest...

...There once was a hobo that lived by the tracks Never age a full meal, just ate lots of snacks He rode in a boxcar most everywhere he went And traveled for free, didn’t spent a cent He had a nam......Read the rest...

...I’ve walked a mile in the other man's shoes that have left me tired a......Read the rest...

...Bowlegged belligerent bellowing Boxcar Betty Rarely rose to the ripe, refreshed or ready She always had an exasperatingly idiotic excuse To cavort and converse on Charlie’s Chicken caboose Eddi......Read the rest...

...Lost in a card game that others would pass I feel the time slowing while covering fast A dim all-night roadhouse blue plate of regret whose neon but flickers my hunger to bet A pot full ......Read the rest...

.... for public domain Let them feel the love that they don't feel in a boxcar on a train. Take their hands unsteady as they are. Let them feel welcome home. All they've seen is caravans and ro......Read the rest...

...There is a new mythology emerging, Howling from the hind end of the pack, Scorching the composted leavings Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame Showing the way for true rock & roller......Read the rest...

...The Toonerville Express disturbs a still December morn’, Like Gabriel himself, but with a whistle, not a horn. It fades into the distance as my hopes go down the drain. I’m two miles from the sta......Read the rest...

...Ashes to Ashes Smoke rises in the distance. The boxcar rocks, rocks, rocks; stones are placed along the ties. Were they placed by Chance or left as gently as Kaddish. I lift my hands......Read the rest...

...In nineteen forty four on the third of September Is a date in my mind that I'll always remember It was the date of the last train to Auschwitz in Poland From Westerbork transit camp in the Ned......Read the rest...