TRAIN SENSE.

The rhythmic arrival of the train

The impatience fulfilled

By the opening of the doors;

The complex walk of persecution

To the favourite seat.

The inspection given for what is worn

To conclude how you are by the people opposite;

The pretence not to notice,

And to take a look at the map

Above the window.

Impatience sets in for brief seconds;

Along way to go

The maps reckoning;

The train's on its way.

Cigarette ends decorate the floor;

A tramp's free ride

Living it high on a bottle of wine;

Singing a drunks lullaby.

Long faces dominate;

Young kids write poems and graffiti on the walls

To accentuate their fun:

All classes have their place

In the same space in the carriage.

Looking at each person individually,

Seeing the kind of life they lead.

Destination has come for me

To leave the social abbreviations of the train.