MystyrMystyry
09-27-2011, 06:02 PM
Waiting at the smoky station
For the Bulmer 402
Crowd swarms into a murky mess
Wet reflections on the rain soaked tiles
Of a tired afternoon
A dingly bell signals its arrival
And the greasy white plumes
Engulf the theatre
We trickle in through the chicanery
Settle in the plush leather chairs
As it steadily eases out
Klick Klack along the track
Cutting across the town
Toward home
Slowly over Whatley Bridge
Into the black mountain tunnel
Beyond through forest where the river flows free
On to the frothy waterfall
Past the abandoned mine
Further to the mill
The puffy chuffery merges with the clouds
And I wave farewell to the Bulmer 402
.
For the Bulmer 402
Crowd swarms into a murky mess
Wet reflections on the rain soaked tiles
Of a tired afternoon
A dingly bell signals its arrival
And the greasy white plumes
Engulf the theatre
We trickle in through the chicanery
Settle in the plush leather chairs
As it steadily eases out
Klick Klack along the track
Cutting across the town
Toward home
Slowly over Whatley Bridge
Into the black mountain tunnel
Beyond through forest where the river flows free
On to the frothy waterfall
Past the abandoned mine
Further to the mill
The puffy chuffery merges with the clouds
And I wave farewell to the Bulmer 402
.