Eyes rolling back in heads,
Pink hair of consternation,
The headphones didn't seem
To be plugged in, only playing
As if resounding off the walls
Of a crowded atrium—
Curious glances, quick turnaways,
Downturned faces lighted
By a glaze of blue cotton--
Were the eyes expressive,
Or did they only replicate
The energy of the hunched
Figures across from them?