The heating's on full blast
This train is really hot
Just like the bloke sat opposite me
He's everything those drunks were not.
I wish I could whip out my camera
To capture his image for evermore
He's soon to be a figment of my imagination
When he's hops off the train door.
I'm desperate to lean over
And run my fingers through his hair
Thankfully he's nodding off
And not spooked by my stare!
The great thing about doing a sneaky verse
Is he can't read what's in my head
Nor can he see what I'm scribbling on paper
As he heads off home to bed.
And when I reach mine in my hostel
He'll be the cause of a sneaky shuffle
But I'll have to do it really quietly
In case I cause a kerfuffle!
Dulwich Poet 27th October 2014
( I was on a train from Trebic to Brno, and after three drunks got off a very good looking young man sat opposite me...)
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