A conversation (more of a monologue - no space was left for responding!) on the 13:00 train to Ayr
Everything changes
Coffee shops are now gin boutiques
Tea rooms are Prosecco bars
And the Italian’s on the corner
is now a wine bistro
Rail tickets are stored on plastic
that the machine reads with a tap
And there’s a piano player in the station.
The train windows don’ t open
The aircon is either too hot or too cold
And, the announcement “ We are now approaching...”
wakes you up before you miss your station.
Do you believe in angels?
(Without waiting for an answer)
Well, they’ve changed too
Mostly, they’re not scary
Although they might be dressed all in black
rather than in white
And they might have long hair, tattoos or piercing
And sometimes they’re virtual
They appear as an email, a text message
or in a Facebook or twitter post
They’re visible when a stranger smiles
or when someone puts down their phone
long enough to have a conversation.
They show up when someone
notices you could do with a wee hand
Aye, everything changes
but still
God sends angels.
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