The tunnel dug by the pick and the shovel,
excavated before the days of Bertha and OSHA.
We roll right under the Jet City
only to emerge on the waterfront of Seattle.
The Edgewater, where Ringo fished from his window,
the carpet was sold in tiny pieces to screaming girls.
There is the water and fog and the smell of saltwater,
the smell of ships and the cargo holds,
and the smell of bunker fuel.
Pier 86, the grain terminal,
where I worked storing the M.S. Bonniway
all those years ago.
The stories the British sailors told us of sailing
around the world.
The factory trawlers tied up at pier 91 remind me of
trips to Alaska and all the ports I’ve seen in my travels.
Reminds me of storiesmen and women have told me
of fishing the waters of the Bering Sea
Over the locks and onward through Ballard,
past golden Garden Gardens we amble.
At the edge of the shore we are
racing a giant cruise ship, full of tourists,
their pockets full of credit card and trinkets.
The train is hugging the shore so close to
the chilly waters of Puget Sound.
The Olympics, a shadow against the horizon
their peaks craggy like an old hobo’s teeth.
Beachcombers collect driftwood and build a fire
warming their hearts, showing affection for family and friends.
They sit in their little camps
watching waves wash salty against the shore.
The warm early spring sun brings hope to the happy
beach bums.
The smooth hum of the big locomotive,
gliding gently across the majestic tracks
brings hope to the traveler on the long
excursion across the continent.
At Richmond Beach and Edmonds
The huge train leisurely rolls by
the storage tanks of Atlantic Richfield
and the tanks of the Strategic Petroleum Reserve.
At Edmonds the revelers party in the sun.
The sun we waited all winter to come back
and brighten our smiles and lives and make our souls go ” pop “.
The lady pushes a stroller; her kids eat Popsicles in the sun.
Everyone seems happier than they did in November
This is what I see looking out the window
from room four on the Empire Builder as we roll out of Seattle
Bound for Chicago