Norwegian Travel
No restaurant car
and the train journey was long.
A girl, with a trolley,
sold sweet cakes and soft drinks,
I mixed whisky in my coke
to lessen the ennui.
A scowling conductor came,
red face and stern voice,
against the regulation.
Train stopped on the flatland
and I had a long walk home.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Friday, March 14, 2008
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