Trial Run
No one yells “All aboard!”
When you get on the train in Pittsburgh
But they do blow
The whistle as loud as they can
I’m facing the back
Of the seat in front
Like in a plain
Or the backseat of Dad’s
Rosewood Honda Accord
The conductor
The one whose job it isn’t
to yell “All aboard!”
Is giving us a tour of White
America over a crackling loudspeaker
Altoona, Paoli, Lancaster, Greensburg
Didn’t J. Kerouac have something to say
About the wilds of PA?
I’d ask the woman next to me
But I don’t think they’ve
Translated On the Road
Into Polish
