Slow Train Blues
Went to the station to catch the trainPatiently waiting in the pouring rain
Took neither my bag nor my dog today
Couldn't hope for a further delay
Then I hear the engine's roar
Can't imagine I stand at the door
Whistle howls like a wolf at night
There's no time for another fight
Slowly winding like venomous snakes
Train comes rolling in and brakes
Right on time but a one-way track
Life goes on, no turning back
Station master shouts at the horde
Doors closing! Time to board!
And the dog that I had to leave behind
Was the very last thing on my mind
Copyright © 2011 Göran Gustafsson. All rights reserved
Poetry by Göran Gustafsson
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Written on 2013-04-15 at 19:48
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