Latest version--

Juice Train

From Florida, all the way up the East Coast,
the Juice Train lumbers daily up the line,
squealing up the silver track, mile by mile,
O, Tropicana, O, so wholely holy Americana!

I watch the juice cars screeching up the line,
each car emblazoned "Tropicana", graffitied,
all that steel and juice, clanking and rankling,
O, Tropicana, O, so wholely holy Americana!

I borrow time from my duties, putting commas in,
taking them out, to watch through chainlink
as the Juice Train groans again up the tracks,
O, Tropicana, O, so wholely holy Americana!

From big American cities to little cities,
each mile by mile and each smile by smile,
the Juice train's grinding on up the line,
O, Tropicana, O, so wholely holy Americana!

Christopher T. George



Tropicana Juice Train on Flickr and YouTube.


Original version--

The Juice Train

squeals and groans south
to Florida, "Tropicana"
emblazoned on each railcar;

I gaze through chainlink
as the last car disappears
round the bend and I must

return to my editing grind.

Christopher T. George