sat at the station waiting for the train
sat on the train waiting for a station
arrival is just the ticket
is there something ominous about a waiting room?
pray tell, what is it waiting for?
i'm moving through something towards a closed door
where the sign is swivelled around to say engaged
and i am offered cryptic clues by the waiting man enraged
is he from the lower arcana of tarot called british railway karma?
birmingham new street is an escher painting built
after a day on trains timetable pains make you wilt
but i have been told i must travel on to find dharma
all i learn is that nothing ever seems to be on time
a sage tramp nods and says "Then you've done fine."

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