Got a ticket to travel
a seat and
time to unravel my
thoughts.

January
neither here nor there
only a slight chill to
the air
and electric running
through me
chewing my bones into
manageable pieces.

The lady in the wig
quite big
but it suits her
not so sure about the hair
but she looks happy so
why should I care?

Two postmen
matching jackets,
the Royal Mail
taking off to deliver
envelopes and packets
to
unsuspecting customers.

There's a spectrum of humdrum
and then some.

Young lady with an iPhone
which looks a bit like
my phone
but it's not

and the geezer with the trainers on
born long ago before Adidas,
all these people stood and
waiting
hyperventilating
waiting for their station
to arrive.

For all the world
they are faces to let
until they get
to
where they are going
and
I am just the same.