What get's you there?
Like train tracks I follow old habits
I know how to get your boiler hot.
I find the groove and start our motion.
The driving piston pumps the rod.
We start out slow but build momentum
And right on schedule hit our stride.
A self-lubricated sweating engine,
we open throttle and enjoy the ride.
Huffing, puffing and steaming hard,
the station waits just down the line.
Whistle screams off peaking pressure
Signaling our load’s arrival time.
We finish off in grand old style
share a knowing smile and then,
loose a sigh of satisfaction.
Old faithful delivers once again.