Left Too Late

Took the 7.34pm.
on the public time machine
And everything
seemed fine:
Girls spun perfume
And twirled dresses
So I sat on a chair
on the wood-slat boards.
And waited for a while.

Then I went through
A haze of
memories and
Meanderings, meanings
And mad things.

Now I'm waiting by the road
Waiting for the call -
Here it comes.
Its the 20.13 after all.