The train wails a
lonely cry as the
cars behind drone
and screech metal
on metal rumble
rumble rumble
squeal squeal wail
wail wail rumble
rumble rumble
The house shakes
from the vibration
The roar groan
permeates these
thin walls and single
panes of amplifying
glass Faintly I hear
the horn saying,
GOOD BYEEEE,
GOOOD BYEEEeee,
rumble, rumble, rumble,
like pulling the oven rack
in and out while opening the
door, steel against steel.
Amanuensis Sobriquet-Reverie 
We live one block below the tracks and it sounds just like that… 🙂
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The big freight trains come in at 2:30am every night. The first time I heard it I woke up in terror, with my heart pounding. 😉
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That must be a common time. Ours come by at 2:15 a.m. I mentioned it in a poem!
https://promptlings.wordpress.com/2015/01/14/whistles-in-the-night/
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Yup, that’s the same kind of train… 🙂 Great poem.
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love the oven rack comparison especially. But if you’re going to call it a prose poem don’t hit the return button so many times.
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Thanks Margaret. Okay. Do you mean make the lines longer, Or, write in paragraphs?
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