San Francisco

As the Cable Car lumbered down Nob

Hill, the rattle of the trolley was a volley

And he ducked and tucked his head

Under the fuselage. Clutching rosary,

He offered up a hurried Hail Mary

Just as The Commander Gave “All Clear”

And The Conductor announced “Next

Stop”. Relieved, of having to parachute he

Put himself on mute to silence his crying.