Jane on the Train

Her name is Jane.

I met her while riding on a train.

I sat next to her by the window pane.

She was sucking on a candy cane.

She looked at me and said, “You are a friend I can gain.”

I said to her, “You are in my lane.”

We looked outside and watched the rain.

I saw that her jeans had a white stain.

“My ex-boyfriend went insane.”

She said as she peeled her sock off as her foot was in pain.

She massaged her bare foot with a little strain.

She told me that her dad fought in war, but he was slain.

Now she is on her way to Maine.

She cannot wait to see her dog, a Great Dane.

A ride with her was not in vain.

I rode with a beautiful lady named Jane.