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Old Friend (For Gary and Susan.)

Poetry By: PaulChafer
Poetry



I just enjoy the nostalgia of steam. As do Gary and Susan.


Submitted:Dec 6, 2009    Reads: 87    Comments: 7    Likes: 6   


Here I am waiting,

Waiting for an old friend

On a deserted Railway Station.

She's late: knew she would be.

Time behaves differently in

Such public places: very differently.

I stood waiting alone,

Then a gaggle of women

Clattered up the subway.

Stilettos and thick-heeled boots,

Beating out an 'echoing tattoo',

On the broad, concrete steps.

Now we wait together,

Myself and: a Hen Party.

Blending of emotional alloys

Fused together, forming

Excitement, then I see her

And all heads turn to look.

Amongst the flower boxes,

Silence blossoms on the

Platform as my old friend

Glides serenely into the station,

She's late: knew she would be

Even so, she's on time for me.

Steam unfurls around her,

Billowing majestic clouds

Crowning this, 'Queen of

The Rails', last seen when

I was a boy, now in manhood

Her 'unsung glory', is truly revered.

Steel wheels clatter, a 'rhythmic

Tattoo', then she draws to a halt.

Old friend from a previous age

Escaping through to this century.

Thronged by beautiful women, I

Smile, and step aboard, a true beauty.





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