Another train poem. This one also featured in the anthology about trains in the south west. It is based on a real life incident. I was collecting my daughter from the station and the train was late.
NIGHT TRAIN
we could be the three last people on this earth
cold as the bone in this post midnight chill
the station is as silent as sleep
then the light
rounds the bend
yawns to a stop
is this the carriage door
the one you will explode out of
telling tales of jostling platform changes
that lead to cheek by jowl overcrowding
no seat until well after Bristol
of course it isn’t
we hug and walk home
I think it is a straight forward account with little embellishment.
Here's the Roches with The Train.
Until next time.
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