The
Interchange
Is
like a movie scene.
People
everywhere
And
yet I'm alone
Clutching
a lukewarm Coffee
Everyone
perks up to listen
the
train woman's monotone song.
the
3:05 to Sheffield
will
now depart from Platform six.
And
not the one
with
the black circular benches
That
I had claimed
For
the last 15 minutes.
I
scurry with my three bags
bouncing
off each other
to
the rhythm of the next verse.
This
train is formed of 5 coaches
A
little boy
Trips
on the sand coloured floor
And
he cries
As
his mother tries
to
collapse a pushchair.
A
small black screen blinks
orange
letters
Places,
times, platforms
But
I don't stop to read
Train
woman goes on,
First
class is situated
Towards
the rear of the train.
I
stop on Platform six
Watching
the train pull in
The
windows are beaded with rain
And
for a moment
I'm
thankful for
The
ridiculous arched roof.
The
doors open with a hiss
then
a clunk
As
the end of the station song
Tells
me that
An
at seat service is
available
on the train.
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