"Big John"

Taking Albert Rains then only
to criss cross over onto Meighan
The steel rumble in the
cold morning thaw of quaking
tracks signifies the Progressive
and the Georgia-Pacific box cars square

The shattering fart of the
rolling eighteen runs toward '59
Attalla bound vibrating the
eyes of Miss Emma Sansom to
tears sun dried with joy for her
pupils hopes and dreams

Dreams that melt like molten steel
into the pipes of Gulf State's belchin'
ash of grit, cough and soot.
tracks of tire ruts roll up
"Big John" hill to the feet of
Noccaloola, as the "lent heads" of
Alabama CIty push their time cards
for one other day.

As muscles prop tatooed
mustangs puking Taylor Swift
out onto the dashboard
with memories the only thing left
after death of a city never known
but to itself

Which was enough to make it iron strong
It made it iron strong!


JCB  July 3, 2012