Back To You

The girl on the corner is flashing her legs.

The drunk at the station is down to the dregs.

I try not to answer each question that begs,

And I long for a train back to you.

The platform is crowded, with nowhere to sit.

It's dingy and draughty, and quite badly lit.

But I'll bide my time here and put up with it,

As I wait for a train back to you.

My nights have been empty without you to hold.

I've felt lost and lonely, if truth must be told;

And these city streets are not paved with gold,

So I'm taking a train back to you.

The man in the mirror is no friend of mine;

He's balding and puffy, and talks out of line.

He followed me here with a bottle of wine,

And we're boarding a train back to you!

Copyright © Robert Haigh 2019




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Cascade's picture

This reads like a song. It

This reads like a song. It would be really cool to hear it.  The photo is really cool too.  Is this a poem, or a song?  It feels like a song. I ask because I know you write lively music too. It's a solid piece either way.

Silver_Birch's picture

Thank you

This is a poem, but it was written with a song going through my head, and it follows the rhythm of the melody of that song, so it could effectively be sung (though I have not done that). The song in question is "I Should Have Been Home" by Blaze Foley, a cult hero of mine. I had just learned to play and sing that song and it was in my head on almost contant replay. Thank you for reading, and for your astute comment! 

patriciajj's picture

The metrics are certainly

The metrics are certainly potent and mesmerizing: the perfect device to underscore the pulse of the city that contrasts with the nurturing warmth you long to return to. I found the images vibrant, nostalgic and whimsical yet also effective in creating a sense of urgency to be in a simpler place with the one you love. 


A lilting, romantic and captivating creation. 

Silver_Birch's picture

Thank you

Thank you for your kind words, Patricia. The photo is one I took at St Pancras railway station in London a few years ago. There are a number of bronze statues and sculptures there. The one I photographed is by Paul Day.

allets's picture


a solid storyline - each image moves action forward to the boarding. I kept thnking of early 1930's usa - so many on trains seeking jobs...many forced to go  back. The "paved with gold" line is pivotal. ~S~




Silver_Birch's picture

Thank you

Thank you, Stella. Glad you could connect with this poem.

saiom's picture

  Your rhyme and rhythm... a


Your rhyme and rhythm... a magic carpet for your song of love



Silver_Birch's picture

Thank you

Thank you! Kudos to you for noticing a musical assosiation with this poem. I had a melody going through my head when I wrote these lines.