Night Train

Night Train

I do not remember any lover

with fondness

Except the lover on the

night train

She would be

My time to remember

Now I have heart

And decent bed linen

I do not remember all the boys

Just classic cinema

Where boy meets girl

Who had no memory of the

night train

I do have a love

As divine as the usual

domestic bliss

With a child's enormous smile

And a fondness for the night train