Downtown Train Poem by John F. McCullagh

Every morning on his way to work,
He saw her on the downtown train;
cute, lithe brunette with a perfect smile.
He didn't know her number or name.

She saw him on the downtown train
Every day on her way to work;
Tall handsome and professional,
But she was too shy to speak.

If they only had one mutual friend
Who thought them, for each other, right.
A friend to introduce them to
Shared sun kissed days and pleasured nights.

She 'd get off each day at Forty Second
while he stayed on till Herald Square.
Would this go on, till, old and grey,
They finally lacked the strength to care?

Then one day as she left the train
She accidentally dropped her phone.
He stooped to rescue it from the floor
And ran to catch her in the rain.

And that is how he learned her name
and got the number to her phone.
How they became inseparable
and began to build their dream of home.


She surely took an awful chance;
dropping her phone on a crowded train.
Yet, to be mistress of his heart
A Girl must know to play the game.