Thunder Rails*

Thunder Rails

Sitting beneath a tressle
in the auto mobile
mind on auto pilot
waiting for some slow fast food
when a grumbling starts
against the quiet gray afternoon sky.

Soon the grumble grows
manifesting itself
in a rumble
and the auto starts shaking
from side to side
while the quiet gray afternoon sky
is blocked from view
by a rejuvinated old behemoth
that almost seems to fly
across rails rusted by disuse.