People At A Train Station Pub

Sat in the York Tap waiting to go home, I started to people watch and imagine what was happening, I wrote my imaginations down as this poem.


People at a train station pub


Sat alone

Longing for home

The world on your back

In an old rucksack


A long awaited meeting

With a happy greeting

Celebrated with a glass

Till your ways go past


Drinking to forget

Some grim past I bet

A drink to manage

But you ignore the damage


A poet in the corner hiding

Words from his pen sliding

Immortalising us all

In his illegible scrawl


Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.

The Lonely Recluse.

~ by The Lonely Recluse on November 25, 2012.

2 Responses to “People At A Train Station Pub”

  1. i seriously love this one way too much

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