Ghost Train

by

J D Cully

Remember, remember the 5th of November
Nightmare on railway tracks
A postscript of tears to so many years
Of papering over the cracks

A man with something of the night about him
Cheerfully says things that are no help now
Though a woman of few words puts him in his place
Berkhamsted and Tring become the slough
Conversations fade as resignation fills the air
Our dead slow progress steadily chokes the chimes
A faceless voice monotones a hollow apology
Then smashes the dream when he reads out the times
Coffee drinkers left to stand in the corridor
Mutter every curse you ever knew and more
I talk to a trainspotter in a Dome jumper
Welcome to the Ghost Train

And you wonder, what's that girl over there's story?
Will that guy ever reach his destination?
Still we're cattle-prodded in and shovelled out
And in the end just dumped on any old station
And all will turn their faces away
From us poor s*ds who picked the wrong day
We cross the bridge and it starts to rain
It's the day we caught the Ghost Train

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Why don't you look at LOOK IN THE MIRROR
by: Christine McGuigan
from: Lyndhurst, NJ, US

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