train journey at night

Rocking, rocking side to side

and back to front and near then wide.

Watch the country flying by

watch the trees and sunset sky

watch the woman, watch the dog

watch the night and watch the fog.

 

Wondering where the people go

who they’ll see and who they know.

Why they read the Sunday Times

why I never pick words that rhymes.

Why the girl with all the shoes

sits in the corridor next to the loos.

 

Rocking, rocking forward and back

and side to side upon the track

on and on into the night

around the hill and out of sight

through the tunnel, out of the rain

sitting squashed upon this train.

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