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Sleeping Diesels ©Steve Ember |
MARC uses these MP-36PH diesels to haul commuter trains Monday through
Friday between Brunswick, Maryland and Washington DC.
On weekends, they get to sleep in ;-)
Last December, on a Sunday afternoon, I found these diesels (and several more),
all lined up with their trains, snoozing outside the Brunswick station. And I had to wonder...
Do diesels dream?
And if they do,
Might they dream like me and
you?
I’ve often wondered,
When tethered to a power
source?
Might they conjure times long
distant
When Great Grandpa was the
Iron Horse?
Belching coal smoke
Billowing steam
Making music with their
whistles…
Now there’s a lovely sort of
dream.
Or the “Covered Wagons” of
the 'Fifties
Growling F’s and long, sleek
E’s
Challenging the mountain
passes
Roaring ‘cross the boundless
prairies
Super Chief and Twentieth
Century
The Canadian and the Royal
Blue
Southern Crescent, City of Portland
Pennsy’s Broadway Limited,
too.
The mighty 567 made music quite
unique
Each E had two above its wheels
And, oh my, could they speak!
But lash up three or four
together
Hook ‘em up to twenty cars
Notch ‘em up to Run-Eight
setting
They were 'fifties movie
stars.
Does a diesel dream of music
classy
While resting on its massive
chassis?
Does Mercer’s “Laura” make
him sigh?
Once, you know, it was romantic,
Not all screeching cell phone frantic.
Mercer, once again, I took a
trip on a train,
And I thought about you.**
And with Gordon Jenkins, a gentle query,
Was it dusty on the train?
P.S. I Love You.
Rest your motors,
Dream your dreams
Monday can arrive too soon, it seems
They’ll wake you up before
the dawn
Time to haul those weary commuters
One giant collective Monday
morning yawn.
Not that you’ll be yawning though
For you have slept the
weekend through
And dreamed the dreams, the
special dreams
That only diesel locomotives
do.
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©2013 Steve Ember
** Enjoy some classic Mercer and Van Heusen - All aboard!
"Only You" could dream up such a fanciful theme! I do remember the grandpa trains...chugging through the prairie landscape...stopping at each little railroad station to drop mail, pick up milk in galvanized cans...the conductor giving the "all aboard" call...plush seats...free linen clad pillows...a dining car with fresh flowers, linen tablecloths and napkins... lovely RR silver table settings....and the silver pot that delivered the best hot chocolate ever! All of this excitement experienced on many solo train trips, starting at age 5, to visit my grandparents (60 miles outside of Regina, SK). My grandfather was the Station Agent and resided in a house attached to the train station. The oiled wooden floors had a very distinctive odor....the red geraniums in every window were courtesy of my grandmother. A special treat was to melt the red sealing wax and stamp it with the official seal used for RR correspondence. I spent many happy summers there....greeting the arriving trains and passengers with my grandparents terrier, Tiny. The conductor, Sam Quigley, always had a big smile and a surprise treat for both of us. Thank you, Steve, for triggering those precious, long ago memories with your lovely, poetic ramblings....another winner!!! S.
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