J - Flare

Flare

Boss's flare ???,
puffed fumes
like a steam engine.

Clang, clang, clang, clang,
the wheels rattled
and rolled along.

The whistle's chime
not a sound poem,
words strong and loud.

Down the aisle,
saw huffs and puffs,
and the glow

as of the burning coal
and more shoveled,
energy stabled.

The count slowed,
the engine drank
to cool the heat.

All was drowned
to a 'puff-puff',
that's Boss's way.