The Trolley by Igor Kholin

The trolley is flying
Down Peace Avenue
Riding
Riding
Riders commute.
Homemakers
Hurry
Out to the market
A brave soldier
Rockets toward
Leave - that's his target.
A bookkeeper clutches
His briefcase
So thick.
This young man here?
A mechanic.
Nights, Trolley
Rests
Restoring power.
Mornings,
Trolley
Takes a cold shower.
Trolley loves
Lube
Trolley loves
Repair
Trolley loves
Love
And if nobody
Cares,
Trolley
Won't take
Anyone
Anywhere.