Pulling ‘round the bend at exactly ten a.m. he knew a meal was waiting,
his aching would soon end.

The missus had insisted on preparing home-cooked fare for his break at beans,
as he took the bucket from her hand he saw the beanery queen.

Blushing from the thought that flashed into his head,
he shh’ed the question straight away, gently kissed his wife’s forehead

Along The Milwaukee Road, he would rarely brake the train,
not on this turn though and not today.

The Avery Depot kept secrets held close to his heart and nary did a person know, least of all the girl who’d won his heart.

Tucked quaintly in the center of the bustling wooden frame,
the beanery’s scents and sounds drifted straight into his brain.

Gently swinging open the doors, not wanting to make a huge scene,
he cautiously scanned the room for his beloved beanery queen.

Standing behind the counter pouring coffee to a mug, his quick movements to get seated,
had her looking right up.

A puzzled look came across her face as she walked hurriedly towards his booth,
then smiles broke out on both their lips, she bent in for a kiss.

The room stood still, except outside you heard the train whistles blow,
the wife, the girl that stole his heart was the beanery queen on his new train route!

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