I recall , on a trip through Chicago, I was aboard the express train, and this young 30 year old blonde sat across from me on the trip to St' louis1:53 AM
'twas so long ago and by the way my past life, so1:55 AM
She seemed enamored  of my conquests in the market. She leaned forward listening with youthful exuberance
running her hands through her hair , suggex=stively
what did you say I asked her?
over seventy my hearing was not top rate1:58 AM

my smile beamed and my head nodded with her every word, whether or not I heard 2:02 AM
I heard of her tales of woe on her travails from Ohio across every border fighting off the  groveling men
and how her one true love had left her for another 2:15 AM
she lifted the hem of her long dress so I might gain a peek of her white frilly garments as she put one leg upon her other knee
I caught a glimpse of a pearl handled deringer in a holster on her ankle
and she smiled knowingly 2:45 AM
right then I got up and bowed and went to get off , for we had arrived in St louis 2:47 AM
I took three steps , then turned and said, madam, I see we are quite a pair of matched scoundrels, I so like your apparel and your airs, might I buy you a cappucino here down at Louis ?  2:50 AM
she pulled the pearl handled gun and before she had taken aim I kissed her hand and squeezed. We were married the next day! at high noon!