Conductor

Train mystery in inclement weather

Conductor

Cross over legs step from the train

Taking the handsome man to Amsterdam

Shoes and socks stuffed in the pockets

Feet conspicuously shrouded in mystery

Hidden away under advisement of mother and others

Under the umbrella of heavy rain born from clouds

Uncovered in a dance of fog swirling into darkness

Where suspicions point in all directions

To the polished conductor in his imperfections

Already blowing his whistle away

Conducting business without a train or name

Through silences drifting in the distance