Someone Wants To Show Me Some Magic

Remember when you stood on my foot,
With an expectation to hear me scream?
And I gave you a look,
As if you were the fool!
Because I knew immediately,
You had no idea...
That I was not only the train engineer,
And it's conductor.
But I also cooked the meals...
And entertained.

When you saw me taking out the garbage...
I was making sure the train,
Maintained its comfort...
For those passengers I guaranteed,
The time of their lives they would believe.

Do you remember doing that to me?
I hope so!
Because just like those times gone before?
On 'my' train...
You are still not welcomed aboard.

~Hey,
Wassup? ~

Nothing much.
Go grab a seat.
I'll be in to treat you...
As soon as I make myself clear,
To a wannabee.

~You need my ticket? ~

How many times have you ridden with me for free?

As for you?
You can get off my foot now.
Maybe you will get re-imbursed...
For a trip you didn't take.

Oh...
And,
Give me a moment.
I'll be there shortly...
I need to see what it is you do to convince.
Good luck!

~Hey,
Wassup? ~

Doing great.
We may be a little late.
Someone wants to show me some magic.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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