Ordinary: An Extraordinary Thrill

The blaring, deafening diesel Horn warned its imminent approach To the major intersection Of town with four cacophonies: Each longer than the preceding One as its screeching wheels clamored Across the unevenly seamed Cold tracks causing each set of wheels To rhythmically sound their unique Click-clack beat as the weathered cars Swayed side to side in a seeming Endless queue of commodities. Far off in the distance is heard The faint four as it rolled westward.