Alone on the 18.10 from Euston
Escaping back into a thought
on the 18.10 from Euston
Furtive glances
quickly caught,
not quite sought
clutching presents newly bought
And the thrum of the rails is the anaesthetic
Ear buds in, with Ipods playing
Tired couples not quite saying
what they actually mean.
Doggy bags keep steady
steaming tea – helps get ready
for a session on the net
And the thrum of the rails is the anaesthetic
Should I say something now?
What? After two hours of quiet?
Why should I do it?
She’s bound to see through it.
I’m not really her friend
No, not at all
Best to pretend
And the thrum of the rails is the anaesthetic
© Irvin Skrzypiec-allen
2.12.04 on the way back from Bruges
