Here It Comes!

Screech of iron wheels on old iron tracks,
Double doors fold open, time to get on,
Pay the motorman, sit by the window.
Lumbering down St Charles, baby we’re goin’
On a Streetcar!

Screech of iron wheels on old iron tracks,
Double doors fold open, better disembark.
Pop out of the car before a full stop,
Going to the zoo in back of Audubon Park,
See ya Streetcar!

See elephants, lions and giraffes;
Feed the monkeys and the little heiress too;
Hit the gift shop for the latest critter t-shirt;
Walk to the avenue past joggers and bikers heading to
The next Streetcar!

Screech of iron wheels on old iron tracks,
Double doors fold open, haul everything on.
Stand in the back, the car’s so full.
What a great day, oh, so much fun,
Heading home on a Streetcar!

Squeal of iron wheels lumbering down shiny tracks.
We have what that sad traffic Texas town lacks:
A St Charles Streetcar!

–www.tripadvisor.com/Attraction_Review-g60864-d109338-Reviews-St_Charles_Streetcar-New_Orleans_Louisiana.html#LIGHTBOXVIEW

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About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on July 24, 2014, in Poem. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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