They called it the
In-Urban
That’s what they did-
Not the
Interurban
or the
Intraurban
Nope, just the
In-Urban
Just a single set of tracks
with a round-house
at each end
First you went
one way
And then
the other
For a nickel you could
ride all day
back and forth
back and forth
Down the center of town
It had bells that went
ding
ding
ding
The seats were hard and
there were no belts
You could stand if you wanted
even where the cars joined
But you couldn’t fly kites
no
you couldn’t do that
Too many high-wires around
They never did make it
across the river with the
In-Urban
Too expensive they said
Oh, well…
It’s gone now, just like the
prairie winds
that it thrived in
We’ll never see it again
but we can remember
the sparks flying
the bell dinging
And the young ladies
in their petticoats
Goodbye Americana
Gone.
Gone.
Gone.
Author notes
I use to ride one when I was a kid; tracks down rain-slickened brick streets.
Comments
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you make me want to go back in time to things we can not get back. want to ride want to ride.
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This sounds just like the old trolly cars in Philly, New York and a number of other big cities...I remember riding them as a tiny kid.....to go shopping with my mother......excellent write made me remember pasttimes....
Novy
Huggles & snuggles
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