The San Francisco Cable Car system celebrates its 150th anniversary in August 2023. The Andrew Smith Hallidie invention, a visit to the San Francisco Cable Car Museum, and a ride on the Powell-Mason line inspired the poem “nine point five miles per hour” by James Morehead (Poet Laureate – Dublin, California). The poem premiered at the SF Chronicle TotalSF Movie Night on August 25, 2022, hosted by the SF Chronicle’s Peter Hartlaub and Heather Knight. The September 23 episode of the TotalSF Podcast featured an interview with a Cable Car Gripman. Below is the poem “nine point five miles per hour”.

nine point five miles per hour
After the San Francisco Cable Car Museum (San Francisco, California)
caution cable car crossing
stenciled yellow on asphalt
outside a cavernous brick powerhouse
it all starts and ends here:
four continuous loops—wire rope
stretched tight by tension sheaves
turned precisely nine point five miles per hour
by winding machinery—
motors and gears, massive and dripping with grease
until night falls and cars sleep
when workers wake to splice worn cables
in time for the morning rush
—
gold rush inventor andrew hallidie
dreamt of designs for carrying
ore from mines to mills
and corseted ladies, men in top hats
children sporting their sunday best
up the steep sandy slopes of san francisco
he wrote of the great cruelty and hardship
of horses pulling streetcars
up rain-slicked cobblestones
until one slipped, brakes failed,
dragging the terrified standardbred down
leaving it mutilated between truck and rail
hallidie’s cables fanned out, rattling in trenches
past union square to fisherman's wharf
from van ness to embarcadero
—
a century later i wait at the base of powell
listening to buskers drum on trash cans
as two operators shove #16 on a turnaround
i cling to a handrail right upfront
feet balanced on a wooden running board,
jostling with tourists smiling for selfies
with two distinct clangs on the cable car bell
our driver pulls hard on a long iron grip
so its jaw can clench cable as ratchet teeth chatter
through an intersection we go
nine point five miles an hour
chilled by wisps of fog up and over nob hill
First performed at the SF Chronicle’s TotalSF Movie Night August 25, 2022
copyright 2022 James Morehead







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