Short Trams Poems

Amsterdam vibrant with
Bells of red trams and blue bikes
Canals sparkling night lights 
Delft facades rising tall and slim in misty air
Energy of never sleeping coffeeshops of laissez-faire life 


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The Cock and Bull in darkened street,
and the lintel like mahogany.
I liked the way the corner turned
and did this so abruptly.

I liked the shutters closed for night -
they were really quite appealing,
and never in the darkness grown
would you know that they were peeling.

The tram rails were in front of me
and darkened trams were moving,
and eventually I got on one
and left Bordeaux behind me.





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Tram stops Old lady asks "Am I twirly?"
Conductor looks up tram and shakes his head
On she gets and on we go

As a young lad on the way to school
I often wondered how old one had to be
To be Twirly

Three stops on the way were always empty
Three stops in a row
Trams all stopped

The area was bombed out
No complete houses stood
No one ever asked why they stopped

It made me proud to ride
With folks like that
Twirly or not...

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