Not a poem from the train

Avid readers, if any there are

Will know this situation well

I'm aboard a train heading north

And normally here I'd tell

Something of the journey

Or the people surrounding me

Tapped out in rhyming verses

By your good friend Mr Three

But today's a little different

And I'm not quite sure why

Find myself watching grassy fields 

And clouds racing by 

No need for rhyming dictionary

Or rattling my brain for words

So I'm watching the sunlight

Bounce off the wings of birds

The carriage is empty anyway

I'm alone in my disbelief

But pulling in to Derby now

Might bring some light relief

Alas, nothing to report at all

In solitude I happily remain

Might start on my lunch, yes

That'll make me smile again

And that must be a record

Didn't eat my lunch for an hour or so

Barely lasts ten minutes in the office

Can't help being hungry you know

Hello overcast Chesterfield

What will you bring to my view

People, beards, but little more

Ah well, bid enthusiasm adieu

And that's the crux, I guess

Enthusiasm gone astray

Meh in my very mehness

It's all I can do and say

The words will flow on the return trip

I'm sure you'll find

May be now I'm just taking

A holiday from my mind