Hold on to Your Hats and Glasses

We stood on the platform
close to one another
to be able to hear our voices
and to keep our faces warm.

We heard cars on tracks
and metal on metal overhead.
I looked at my watch
we were on time;
the trains were not.

For minutes I laughed
at what was whispered in my ear.
When the cars pulled up we waited
for them and the cold wind to stop.

He grabbed my hand
and we went inside.
I was going to see a whole new land
another side of this man
I couldn’t wait; he  kisses the tops of my hands.

I braced myself for something new
to define my adult life
But the train began rocking from side to side
I wanted off; I had no idea this motherfucker
was taking me for a hellride.