Took the Union Station train,
To downtown Seattle.
With a clackity, clack,
And a rattle, rattle.

With the throttle up,
It’s a three hour ride.
The rails are our guide,
And you at my side.

I gaze your way,
Don’t mean to stare.
Another adventure,
For us to share.

The whistle blows,
Another stop.
Side to side sway,
Cloppity…Clop.

The way I stagger,
From car to car.
You’d think I’d come,
From the nearest bar.

Despite the bumps,
I’m rocked to sleep.
And feel relaxed,
No schedule to keep.

It’s quiet on board,
I get a snack.
Could touch that train,
That’s speeding back.

No checkpoint hassles,
No security unpacks.
Never on the wrong side,
Of the tracks.

No traffic jams,
The hours pass quick.
A tunnel of darkness,
Only Clickity…Click.

Everyone has to,
Stop for us.
As we cruise by,
I watch them cuss.

The view flashes by,
While we hold hands.
As time flies by,
Love firmly stands.

Whoosh go the doors,
Tickets please.
Water on the left,
Then a forest of trees.

It’s warm inside,
There’s a mist in the air,
Mount Rainier on the right,
I haven’t a care

Rockin’ & Rollin’
On railroad ties.
The steel highway,
Under Northwest skies.

Last stop King Street,
We’ll Uber from there.
We’ll Amtrak again,
But don’t know where?

All Aboard,
Got-to-Get.
Chug-A-Lug
Then Lickety-Split.

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