#fowc #wait
Time passes slowly
As you sit waiting for the train
To come rolling down the track
And into the station
Timetable isn’t friendly
It’s saying it’s on its way
So to distract you from the empty arrival
Your sat with your radio on play
And each tick that follows tock
Seems to be on a lock
As you wait for whoever forlorn
Listening out for the diesel trains horn
The Inkwell 