Rhythm and Train

Rhythm and Train This is my train, going to work Stand by the door, not by the jerk Sardines again, no seat to find People and noise, clogging my mind Edna has gout, crippled with pain Barry and Sue, now live in Spain Percy has died. Thought he looked ill Trees rolling by, Sheep on the hill Odour of weed, somewhere near by Look at the clouds, dirty black sky Child starts to cry, know how he feels Here comes the guard, clicking her heels Station stop one, more piling in Old Girl near me, smelling of Gin Stood on my toe, sorry my dear Always like this, squashed up in here Can’t get a job, Tories to blame Tom got the sack, Dole queue again Last nights’ TV, nothing but crap Girl on a bench, kissing a chap Station stop two, squeeze in one more Young gothic boy, sat on the floor Went to a gig, saw Peter Kay See you next week, have a good day Joey got bail, lucky I guess Trouble with Dawn, she knows what’s best Meeting at nine, I will be late Man on a roof, fixing a slate Workers depart, Station stop three Looking around, seat becomes free Is this bag yours, can I sit down Ali and Roy, shopping in town Woman across, very short skirt Man in the isle, spills on his shirt Wait at the points, one more delay Meeting at nine, really, no way This is my train, going to work Station stop four, there goes the jerk Falling asleep, head starts to drop, Panic awake, just missed my STOP