Mid Afternoon Train
Capture me in a fleeting moment,
I wonder if you can guess my thoughts?
Beautiful stranger,
shall I not guess your name?
Yes I agree miss nicotine fingers…
your shoulders feel too heavy
and your eyes are blurred with tears.
Have my seat.
Mystery watcher.
Can you stand all this silence?
Sir,
can I have that newspaper?
I’d like to burn it.
All that horror is only good
to keep my toes warm.
Tell me, downcast eyes
are there secrets in your pocket?
There are people who have seen your smile,
but I will not, today.
Perhaps at another time,
we might have been friends.
Our eyes slide off each other,
oiled glances.
They are such impersonal places, trains.
I wonder if you can guess my thoughts?
Beautiful stranger,
shall I not guess your name?
Yes I agree miss nicotine fingers…
your shoulders feel too heavy
and your eyes are blurred with tears.
Have my seat.
Mystery watcher.
Can you stand all this silence?
Sir,
can I have that newspaper?
I’d like to burn it.
All that horror is only good
to keep my toes warm.
Tell me, downcast eyes
are there secrets in your pocket?
There are people who have seen your smile,
but I will not, today.
Perhaps at another time,
we might have been friends.
Our eyes slide off each other,
oiled glances.
They are such impersonal places, trains.