A night in the
train station…
It was the night
of train travel And throughout the
train station,
World Racers were
arriving, with great expectations.
Their huge packs
were strapped to their backs with care, With hopes that their night train soon
would be there.
When all of the
sudden to their great surprise, the night train had left them… And they almost
cried.
So they found
the least dirty floor space and laid their stuff down, For a non
air-conditioned night in a sketch part of town.
Their bellies
were filled with PB& J, and
dreams that a hot breakfast would be on its way.
Bags carefully
placed, lined up all in a row, in
case a gang of thieves decided to show.
The night was
filled with gnarly smells and sights; magicians and drunkards passed by their plight.
The bathrooms
were closed so when no one was looking, their spot in the park… may OR may not
have been used for hooking.
By 5:00 am the
station was hopping, while they stayed on the floor with their eyelids
dropping.
With a pie from
McDonald’s & pocket change coffee, they put on their packs & then they
were off…(e).
(Goodbye
Bucharest we should have taken a flight!)
