Love Train Overrun yet again By the metaphorical metal wheels Of all that's reality Floridly pushed back down The perfumed track again Subsumed by lady friends Revolving round curvaceous bends Words of promise dissolved The Calamity Jane again Too proud, pink and blue In her floral livery Chicaning at me like an express She came out of a hazy dream again Steaming and blowing her whistle Her conductor shouting, "All aboard!" My having no ticket and too much baggage Disappearing into the sunset again I was left on my platform The aural debris of her declarations And billboards all agitated by her tumultuous passing Flicking through my timetable again Adorned in doomed anorak and Wellington boots I dutifully record her numbers And begin to sweep up fragments with my broom.     ©2004 Alex Cox