Lydia
pale and thin
lanky hair
lightish brown
walks with me
to see hot
steam engines
at Kings Cross
train station
her old man
grudgingly
said she could
go with me
we get on
a bus there
sitting on
a side seat
some big guy
stares at us
his deep eyes
drinks us in
then gawks at
Lydia
she blushes
looks away
I give him
my John Wayne
cowboy stare
he looks back
then away
we get off
at our stop
at Kings Cross
smell of steam
sound of trains
huff and puff
and people
rushing by
on to trains
off of trains
we both sit
on a seat
watching this
unfolding
train drama
with porters
with trolleys
and luggage
and parcels
passengers
going by
rich and poor
Lydia
beside me
wanting this
as I do
the grey smoke
rising high
to the roof
turning blue.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:49 AM UTC
Lydia
pale and thin
lanky hair
lightish brown
walks with me
to see hot
steam engines
at Kings Cross
train station
her old man
grudgingly
said she could
go with me
we get on
a bus there
sitting on
a side seat
some big guy
stares at us
his deep eyes
drinks us in
then gawks at
Lydia
she blushes
looks away
I give him
my John Wayne
cowboy stare
he looks back
then away
we get off
at our stop
at Kings Cross
smell of steam
sound of trains
huff and puff
and people
rushing by
on to trains
off of trains
we both sit
on a seat
watching this
unfolding
train drama
with porters
with trolleys
and luggage
and parcels
passengers
going by
rich and poor
Lydia
beside me
wanting this
as I do
the grey smoke
rising high
to the roof
turning blue.
BOY AND GIRL AT KINGS CROSS TRAIN STATION IN 1950S
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