Ghost Train

Ghost Train

Leave the warmth Of New Zealand nest
The rest of the world is in a mess
And we will be soon I guess
If there's a poet in the attic
Put him on the ghost train
Quoth the raven for Nevermore
Away away Takapuna shore
Ghost train a haven forever art
For those who cannot tell them apart
Hook them up with a K Road tart
For she has information
She knows the brooding station
Put politicians on an earth bound plane
Never to be seen again
And let the artists ride thе ghost train
We don’t want to be contemporary
Or bе contemporarily clever
For this ghost train it rides forever
Sylvia Plath may fill the engine
Tickets are clipped
I guess you know
By none other than Edgar Allan Poe