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!)
