You Blew Smoke Into Our Eyes

BY GRAHAM CUNNINGHAM

Some of us appear to have forgot

that the train service has stopped

else why are we all stood here waiting like a bunch of goons?

Soon they’ll be pulling up the tracks

and when Mr Henry gets the sack

the grass will grow and the whole place will return unto the dunes.

Choo choo train where have you gone

now don’t you know we need you?

How in the world are you supposed to get your pig to market?

You ran, you ran, you ran, you ran all through our childhood.

You blew, you blew, you blew smoke into our eyes.

Back in the middle of town

the vicar is driving around

handing our stickers with lots of old ladies to help him.

The young boy conducting the bus

is praying that they make a BIG fuss

‘cause he’s had to work like shit since the train stopped running.

 Choo choo train where have you gone

now don’t you know we need you?

Where in the world are you supposed to take your sweetheart?

You ran, you ran, you ran, you ran all through our childhood.

You blew, you blew, you blew smoke into our eyes.

Yuk! Bird droppings all around

dog’s got his head on the ground

Pussy cat’s rolled into a ball in the ticket room.

A hitch-hiking hippy comes by

says “Man this is easy on the eye”

sits down to scratch his name on the edge of the platform.

Choo choo train where have you gone

now don’t you know we need you?

Now how is that big wide world to arrive and depart?

You ran, you ran, you ran, you ran all through our childhood.

You blew, you blew, you blew smoke into our eyes.

Copyright Graham Cunningham 2021

Guest Writer Graham Cunningham is a writer of occasional essays for various conservative-leaning journals in the UK, USA and Australia; most recently these in The New CriterionQuadrant and Salisbury Review. He is a retired architect.