Two Train Poems (OK, one poem and a tanka)

Tuesday Evening

has a distinctly 1950s feel.
A journey back on a train 
with a broken buffet car
and brakes that smell
...of burning brake pads.
Then home to a power cut 
and a dinner of luke-warmed stew 
with bread and butter
...by candlelight.
The wine is good tho
and I still have 38 percent
of battery life on my iPad.

​Make that 32 percent now.


Tanka

Like a ghost at dawn
Last night's waning Moon
Still haunting the sky
As the early morning train
Is lit by the rising Sun

(Prompted by crossing the River Stour at Manningtree on an early morning Norwich to London Liverpool Street express.)