Miles of tepid grey
Cement layers, new structures grow
Soaring scaffolds for a new cityscape.

Coffee waters this town,
A billion cups filled then dropped.
Bent shoulders, screens' enticing glow.
Sugary snacks on every walkway,
To bliss you out & blot out the cold
Those empty vessels in need of comfort.

Train door slams, crazy 80s specs
Worn without irony.
Hashtag meaningless dialogue,
Whose saying what?

The grey expanse closes in as dark is arching over.
How can there be lands drenched in sun and colour spectrum?

Muffled day, shoulders stooped
huddled in Winter's shroud
Yet life here remains switched on,
No hibernation, jobs are to be done.
In this cityscape of phones, faces and fantasies.

I am simply passing through.