The Station Master

The booking clerk believes in the doctrine
of the next train
when conversations turns to time
he talks his tongue
hands it to you across the counter
and directs you to the superior

the two headed station master
belongs to a sect
that rejects every time table
not published in the year the track was laid.
an apocryphal
but interprets the first time table
with the freedom that alloows him to read
every subsequent timetable between
the lines of text.

by Arun Kolatkar

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Comments (3)

Beautiful write, Joana... joyful in its simplicity! Brian
Finally someone who got it right! A really merry poem - keep that attitude!
Joana, that's the perfect poem to be read on a sunny Saturday! ! ! !