Look

Train
Bumpy,
I am alone
Sitting supper
At the table next
Across the aisle a
Lady glances across
At me and I return her
Look as her husband who
Is from northern England
Drones on about Brexit
With the couple who
Are across the table
While I glance at
The wife who
Looks back
At me as
She has
Heard
More than
Enough about
Fund transfers in
The Common Market
Which is set up to benefit
France and Germany so why
Any other member would
Expect otherwise seems
Naive unlike the wife
Who ever so careful
Casts one last look
Across the aisle
As I sip my tea
With milk but
Then the
Woman
Across
From
Her
Speaks
And the wife’s
Attention is on her
And I wonder at
The wife being
So British but
I think odd
With her
Look at
Me
But maybe
It was the tea
With milk
Caused
The look,
I forget how
Old I look.
Still,
Hope springs
Eternal from us stupids
Never too old to flirt.