Last Train to Cleveland

A post card arrived
with a foreign stamp
from a lady I know
a bit of a tramp,
Who travels by ship
and travels by train
prides herself
won’t fly on a plane,

Container ship
across the Pacific
then a couple trains
said “would be terrific,”
“If you were around
when I get there”
“blow off some steam
let down my hair”,

So that’s what happened
that’s what we did
at Union Station
like an eager kid,
Collected her there
gave her a kiss
the scent of the ocean
someone to miss,

Went to my place
my apartment downtown
watched as she let
her hair fall down,
Across her shoulders
down her back
modesty something
she didn’t pack,

I undid the buttons
that held her dress
one by one
no need to guess,
Other men
have done this before
watched her clothes
fall to the floor,

She stood there naked
bare feet on the floor
arms out wide
easy to adore,
I wanted to ask
where she had been
since we last made love
and will we again,

I removed my shirt
my boots and Levi’s
my boxer shorts
no big surprise,
My penis pointed
and ready to go
wherever she wanted
I didn’t know,

We stood there a minute
looked at each other
did we have anything
new to discover?
Then we made love
right there on the floor
no open window
no unlocked door,

Then she drifted
I don’t know where
as I ran my hands
the length of her hair,
Watched my semen
drip from her vagina
the last train to Cleveland
or the next boat to China,