Heather
HEATHER
A young man caught the train,
back in nineteen sixty four.
He was headed down to Brisbane again,
when this nice blonde sort he saw.
She got on at Nindi Gully late ,
she seemed ooze romance.
He said to a passenger, 'I`ll win her mate',
the oldtimer said 'No chance!'
So he sat with her and they talked a while,
so attentive this young chap.
The old timer covered up a smile,
as the boy lay his head on her lap.
She`d been in a pensive mood so far,
then her mind on him was made.
Heather asked him to her sleeper car,
he joined her there and stayed .
The old man`s mouth was open wide,
when they`d gone at 3 o`clock.
He`d won her hadn`t really tried,
this young man stunned with shock.
With the curtains drawn they settled down,
in fine coal dust of this grimy train.
The squeak and the rolling rattles did drown,
their passion's sweet refraim.
by D H Johnson
But then I lost her Phone number and was haunted by the song
Trains n Boats n Planes, when next I saw her she was engaged :)
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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