Jan Hansen Poet Blank verse

Whistlestop

Whistlestop 
There used to be a train station here it was busy
and many came from the village to see who was leaving or arriving
that was ok; it is nice to wave goodbye or
welcoming a relative that has been away too long and might have
picked up big city manners. 
Then the ghost of privatization came, and the line was closed, but
there is a bus arriving twice a day, but lack romance
bus travel is so common everybody facing one way and no stretching
and pacing in the hall.
The train station was sold off as a dwelling and the terminal a garden
where, as we speak, a tourist was told to leave
he was pacing waiting for the last train to take him home and to
the airport; he had waited for twenty years.
Not that the wife of the house minded, she was a good hearted woman,
as long as he stood still he kept birds away and she
didn`t have to take him in when it rained he had an umbrella and was
happy when she bought him leftovers – she didn`t like dogs-.
Then a twilight day it happened a train stopped the tourist boarded,
 a whistle-stop you might say, the train never came back.

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