An omnipresent presence
narrates “Mind the gap”
as you step from
the platform. The carriage
is full. Full
of people on their way
to work,
to play.
He is in his suit.
Smart shoes reflect the
flickering fluorescent lights.
Lightening blue sparks from the track
below, explode
at the profanity-etched windows
with a midnight moonlit-glow.
A look of knowledge falls
across his heavy face –
work is the next station
stop.
She is standing.
Awkwardly. One hand up,
clutching her lifeline-pole –
the only reasons she is
upright now.
Her face tells the
story of last night;
one too many.
