Analysis of train station

It can’t wait for you,
It’s five til midnight
I'm here with a cup of morning coffee
at the oriental express station
a crowd of one.

I’m dreaming out of sync
Scattered like smoke in the wind
leaving me as you left me
just the shells of memories,
with a promise of coming back
in my luggage.

Slave to a rhyme
on a line in a book,
stones to throw away,
the beat of my voice
killing the call
to send you a smile,
before the train departs
in slow motion.

my next stop is that open field
by the geyser,
by the old faithful,
deserving my time,
something lonely like me.