Blue Line Melody
A short poem about the beauty of Minneapolis
Swept away by a blue line train,
Unfamiliar faces surround my suburban glow.
Rickety tracks support a steady beat
Upon which a melody begins to grow.
Slight wide turns urge a mysterious hum
While notes of blue pop with every sneaker squeak.
Soon this train car transforms into a late-night jazz club,
And we are the hot ticket of the week.
From 28th Avenue to Bloomington Central,
And Franklin to Cedar-Riverside,
Old faces are lost and new ones appear –
On this ever-evolving ride.
The woman’s voice awakes me
From my accidental trance.
“Government Plaza Station” she announces
And it's off the train I dance.
About the Creator
Christopher Cartwright
23-year-old playwright, poet, marketing professional, radio guy, and coffee connoisseur from Minneapolis.
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