Night Train

The message
In a faded envelope
In a vice like grip
The passage
Of a carriage in the dark
On a foreign trip
Again
The image
Of a figure in the trees
In the evening rain
The knowledge
Of a stranger in your midst
On a speeding train
Again
Night train
He senses
Perfume lingers in the night
Smell of french cologne
He watches
As a hand turns down the light
Leaves him all alone
Again
He whispers
In a dim lit empty room
But it's all in vain
He laughs
When he reads the note he finds
On the midnight train
Again
Night train
Journey on the night train