Julie was sitting alone on the final train

She was dishevelled and her face was wet

With the tear stains of a long evening

Her lover had returned to his wife

It was a fling and nothing else

Everything is born to die he said

As he left their hotel room for good

Out of the corner of her eye

She saw a sailor looking up her skirt

But she did not alter her posture

Have me if you like what you see

My pants are stained as I am second hand

The sailor left the train at the next station

Julie was alone again but she was not alarmed

As she felt comfortable within her grief

She thought of her lonely bed in High Westport

Which was only fifteen minutes and a shower away

That will be my sanctuary until my sadness passes

Nobody will find me there as I am quite invisible

She said quietly to herself as she studied a stain on her favourite skirt

 

 

Suggested by the painting Q Train by Nigel Van Wieck