1622 Church Street—The Frankford El

We lived at 1622 Church Street
The fourth house from the corner
Of the Church Street El station

When I played on the front porch
I never failed to stop
To look at the mighty silver cars
making noises of clackity-clacks
screeches and hisses
I would watch the train leave the station
imitating those sounds
as only a boy would

Even at night
as I rested comfortably in my bed
I could still hear
the music of metal clanging
still see the silver
slipping through the darkness
of my dreams
as I sped down the tracks
to worlds where only a child's
imagination can go