What happened to the trains?
When I was younger, trains were dragons. They'd spit heat and noise and excitement. And explode into view before they were gone. Black beasts screaming their arrival, Snaking through stations and scaring kids Who stand on the platform: palms sweaty, eye's full. Now I know there's no serpent pinned between tracks. Just an engine. Some wheels. And some seats. And where's the fun in that? Where's the adventure? Point A to point B, and "a selection of hot and cold beverages in between". I wish saw a monster instead of a machine.