Journeys

I sat on a train from London to Glasgow
And passed not a word with anyone there
Half way through the journey
I took all my clothes off
If anyone noticed
I wasn't aware

I sat on a train from Rome down to Naples
And learned the life history of everyone there
Ate bread and salami
With a lady from Bari
A man from Perugia
Sang a song from Pagliacci
And babies were crying
And people were laughing
And a man from Catania
Whose wife had just left him
Was telling his tale
To the lady from Bari
Who knew about life
And was so understanding

When the train stopped in Naples
I wasn't aware.

Nicolette Turner

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