The train
Rolls in
But not
With a
Toot-toot
Like in
Those old
Childhood songs
And shows
More like
A terrifying
Whoosh and
An alarming
Crash-bang

I boarded
And looked
Around, left
Right, up
Down, around
But nowhere
Could someone
Find proper
Seating so
I stood
My hand
Glued to
A metal
Pole

The train
Departed station
And I
Minded myself
And nothing
Else and
Nobody else

Just drifting
Looking down
And listening
To sounds
Of people
Whispering, turning
Pages and
Yearning