“When I was young, driving was my crave
You drive me so hard, almost to the grave …”
(Bob Dylan in Someday baby)
“the rail tracks
toward a harvest moon
thoughts of home”
(Chenou Liou in Rail Tracks Haiku)
“What’s the railroad to me?
I never go to see
Where it ends.
It fills a few hollows,
And makes banks for the swallows,
It sets the sand a-blowing,
And the blackberries a-growing.”
(H.D. Thoreau in What’s the railroad to me?)