All Aboard

The last train hisses its finals blow,
All aboard, it's time to go,
Dash to the gap ajar in the door,
Drop your heavy bags, let them pile on the floor.

Beads of sweat roll down your neck,
As you get your ticket checked,
Fumbling with your bursting wallet,
You swear that you just saw it.

Tension rises with every minute unfound,
Did it fall on the ground?
Was it in a place unsound?
Your heart races faster pound, pound.

Suspicion rises in his face,
Flustered, wishing the ticket was in the right place,
Fingers frantically searching your pocket interiors,
Discovered precisely in your pant's posterior.

Inserted into the inspectors hand,
His face remains oh so bland,
Given back with no emotion at all,
The train rocks suddenly, you fall.

Brushing off your brand new suit,
You search for a seat in hot pursuit,
Next to a wrinkly, white-haired woman you sit down,
She gives a terse glance that follows with a frown.

The train pulls into the station,
You hop off at your final destination,
The train begins to leave after its chime,
You escape unscathed this time.