Ode to the Trolley's

For those of you who do not work with me, you might be surprised to know that for that past 4 months I have been riding a trolley to work every day. No, you didn't misread that, I said trolley. How many people besides people who work in San Francisco can say that? Well, after 4 months of riding a trolley, I have some things to say which I feel would best be communicated through a poem I have written:

Ode to the Trolley’s

Each morning we meet at the second stop
Your automatic doors open to take me away
What a bumpy ride you are!
With your artic air conditioning blasting at me
As I sit in your wooden seats with thin cushions
Your wide turns and sudden stops toss me about
Eight hours I spend away from you yet we meet again
I wait for you in the blazing Texas heat each afternoon
My heart rests on the hopes that our time together will soon end
Oh Trolley, how I loathe thee!