Conductor

Train mystery

Cross over legs step from the train
Taking the handsome man to Amsterdam
Shoes and socks stuffed in the pockets
Feet conspicuously shrouded in mystery
Hidden away under advisement of mother and others
Under the umbrella of heavy rain born from clouds
Uncovered in a dance of fog swirling into darkness
Where suspicions point in all directions
To the polished conductor in his imperfections
Already blowing his whistle away
Conducting business without a name
Through silences drifting in the distance