train of thought

In olden times when trains were slower
a plume of smoke filled the air
wheels turned at a rate of iambic pent... meter
and poets sat in carriages pipe or pen in hand
rhythmic duh dums filled the body helping poetic charge
and epic tomes of railway journeys
created whilst travelling the land
try writing on today’s trains with the warp speed
finding a table facing premium forward aft
full of beer cans and half eaten buns
children encouraged instead of left at home
youths so black in clothes and spirit
the man behind crunching thru salted crisps
the young boy playing loud war games with his shadow
the girl in front her cleavage    beguiling
is the closest to any meter you’ll find
no there will be no bestseller written today