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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