A can of pepsi
at a train station
has a stamped date
some say it’s 1995
others say it’s 1955
no one knows
except the man in the corner
the one who has been there
the whole time
ever since this place was built
playing his forgotten songs
reciting his verses
behind his dark glasses
the bricks are his.
on a wet floor
waiting on a train
a ticket to nowhere
that never comes.
he’s lonely
but his own company
is always preferable.
a transport to mystery
the rest of the world
and the truth
can set him free
musical bojangles
shiny sequins dancing
and the man is happy
drifting
into oblivion
never to see again
or be seen
it’s a spell
only some can learn
just the fortunate ones.
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Author:
Justin Edse (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Personally I thought this poem was very original, it had a voice of its own. It spoke about that one voice in the void that one story that one journey. Though at the same time it mirrored reflections. An echo heard long after it quietens totally. Much enjoyed the read!
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This poem has a mystical, old, from the past feel to it that calls hypnotically out of time passed. Lovely
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