The call of the railway texter
A rare foray into poetry, written as my train induced slumber was broken by a fellow passenger's texting. Apologies for abuse of rhythm, meter and rhyme. Not quite John Betjeman but adequate for 30 minutes on the train.
tat-tat
tat-tat-tat
tat-tat-tat-tat
tat-tat
This is the call
of the railway texter
the man on the phone
from Widnes or Chester
by screen or by button
the method of entry
the latter firm
the former gently
over the country
the characters flow
in cuttings and tunnels
above and below
the feel of the buzz
the vibrating phone
the temporary pause
a terminal tone
this is the call
of a railway texter
the gentle tat tat
that ends a siesta
the girl with a smile
the man with a grin
the gentle tat tat
that sounds like a din
the synaptic touch
of arythmic finger
the assurance of entry
just turn off the ringer
the closer we get
past industrial towns
the Cheshire plains
the battery wears down
the phone lies dead
there goes the beep
of the railway texter
and I sit asleep
tat-tat
tat-tat-tat
tat-tat-tat-tat
tat-tat
This is the call
of the railway texter
the man on the phone
from Widnes or Chester
by screen or by button
the method of entry
the latter firm
the former gently
over the country
the characters flow
in cuttings and tunnels
above and below
the feel of the buzz
the vibrating phone
the temporary pause
a terminal tone
this is the call
of a railway texter
the gentle tat tat
that ends a siesta
the girl with a smile
the man with a grin
the gentle tat tat
that sounds like a din
the synaptic touch
of arythmic finger
the assurance of entry
just turn off the ringer
the closer we get
past industrial towns
the Cheshire plains
the battery wears down
the phone lies dead
there goes the beep
of the railway texter
and I sit asleep
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