Waiting For The Orient Express Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

Waiting for The Orient Express
in some branch-line station room
where no-one was prepared express
their doubts about it's arriving soon

and time reached out to the platform's edge
and curved away 'long the tracK
as the ticket-man pulled the shutters down
climbed the steps and ne'er looked back

then lamps were lit at darkness-fall
hung them on hooks along the wall
and with cinnamon -toast and lapsang-tea
they would while-away their eternity

''twas a shot in the dark
from the train when she blew
a 'where are you now'
to the absent few

and they rattled away on a parallel line
jubbly bubbly dead on time