Night Train - Visage

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