Three rails a-gleaming
Laid out in front of me
As far as the eye can see
Electrified with a ZW
Simple one hundred ten volts
But it's the Amps man
It's what really torques my motor
Made in 1955
Screwed into my Lionel chassis
With my choice of bodies
I chose New York Central grey
My white lightning stripe pointing the way
Illuminated by a small scale headlamp
I'm the terror of Grandpa's train room
Around and around
Chasing my observation car
In a desperate attempt
To get to the station on time
The station that isn't there
Left in the dusty box under the table
The semi scale Rico Station
Will have to wait for another day
Another set of hands
To place it next to the triple rail tracks
Only then will I have some semblance of completion
A place to stop
A place to rest
A place to take on fuel-cargo-people
For my next imaginary run
Around the endless Circle of Ouroboros
That is the Lionel loop
In Grandpa's Train Room
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